••• Thursday, August 09, 2007
...To the Dog Days of Summer.
And so it begins.
The days are getting shorter.
The neighborhood is getting quiet. ::Why is that the children disappear from the streets in August?::
And inservice itineraries are arriving in the mail.
All these things provide, in bits and pieces, psychological acclimation to the coffee-stoked reality that lies ahead: I'm going back to work.
Every August starts with a feeling of panic. It's not so much that I don't want to go back to work, because I do. I NEED to work. It's more about taking stock of what I accomplished over the summer. And what I didn't.
It's about counting coup and eating crow.
And making the most of what remains.
Tomorrow we're going back to the cottage for a long weekend. Our last until Labor Day. The In-laws are there. As is the dial-up that is rumored to have sent the Slowsky's to therapy, in search of their true bottom line.
All that being said: It's time for speed blogging.
I finished her. Sleeveless. I just couldn't deal no 'mo.
Cabana took some pictures of me modeling Sahara, but they were horrible. I don't know if it was the angle from my leaning against the deck rail, or the camera flash picking up the white of my tank top through the sweater fabric, or a combination therein, but in the picture, it looked like I was nursing a six-pack of baby belugas under there. Not a lovely sight. Come to think of it, Cabana hasn't looked me in the eye since seeing the images.
Anyway. I hope to have a modeled view of Sahara to share in a few weeks, after I wrap up the Sea World tour.
In the meantime, the Effin' O Specs:
Pattern: SaharaYou might say that I'm...
Yarn:Elsebeth Lavold, Cottin Patine.
Comments: Really fun to knit, except for the parts that weren't. Some of the language in the directions was kind of confusing. One other thing I'm not crazy about is that the first decrease stitches in the front land right in the middle of the heads of the top two belugas. It gave my husband pause and has me thinking I may not be wearing it to work. Maybe some adolescent clients would find it distracting.
Would I knit it again? I initially was thinking that I would knit it in long sleeves for winter, but right now I'm kind of not wanting to think about it for awhile.
...Sew Over Knitting
Sometime way back, I bought a sewing machine from the internets.
Because I wanted to sew.
But I didn't.
And for months, my new machine sat silent.
With the blue packing tape still sticking to its tiny parts and stifling its little hopes and dreams.
For whatever reason,the untaping of the machine and figuring out how to use it felt like a huge project. It didn't help that it was set up in the basement, two floors away from the ironing board, and the only available floor space for cutting patterns.
A few weeks ago I went shopping for patterns and fabric, hoping to feel some excitement and get motivated.
I mostly got a headache. It takes awhile to get your sewing legs back.
Anyway. I bought some fabric and a summery pattern for Cakers and even went so far as to cut it out. And there it sat. I just couldn't make myself sew in the basement.
Last week Cabana did some shuffling of large exercise equipment, and set up the sewing machine in a cozy corner in our bedroom.
I completed this outfit just minutes before a predesignated departure time for our Anniversary date ::Cakers invited herself and insisted on it including an Underdog matinee.::
My mom sewed most of my clothes when I was a child. Many times I remember her finishing up a hem or closing a neckline on a dress, while I'm wearing it, as the family is heading out the door to some event. I even remember being sewed upon in the car, on the way to the Sunday School Christmas program. And she always left a pin in. Somewhere.
Just like I did on this outfit. Cakers
Next on the docket:
The top at the top.
Sew. Before this, the last thing I sewed was my headpiece, for my wedding, which happened exactly eight years ago from the day I finished Cakers' outfit.
Last week Cakers announced that when she grows up, she wants to marry Tom Petty.
While at our anniversary dinner at Applebees, Tom Petty's Even a Loser came on over the Musak and Cabana looked at me and said "'Even a Loser gets lucky some time.' My theme song, eight years ago today."
Okay. I guess you had to be there.
And it rocked.
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