SpringPlum

Startitis got tricksy yesterday.  After I organized my stash, Startitis pointed out that a snow day shouldn’t have to settle for just any ol’ knitting project–such a fine holiday deserves a brand new project.  Perhaps Sheldon or that new blue sock yarn.  Luckily my chilly feet pointed out that if I work on the sockotta socks, they’ll be warmer sooner than if I start new.  A few hours later, Startitis suggested getting a head start on Christmas knitting.  I had called Mom to ask her sock size before I cottoned on to Startitis’s plan.  Then Lost started and I lost (haha) interest in taking my eyes off the screen long enough to cast-on.

At school, another teacher and I are looking at European locations for a possible school trip.  Is it wrong that I want to take the kids on the Ireland trip because it says we’d be touring a sheep farm?

Due to icy roads, I have one whole glorious day home alone.  I can watch whatever I want, play whatever I want, knit whatever I want.  So what to I do to start this most fabulous of days?  I cleaned out our clothes closet.  I’m still not sure what possessed me to spend several hours in our uninsulated (and therefore freezing) closet sifting through old clothes–I’m certainly not known as the most tidy of women.  In fact, I avoid housework as if it will give me cancer.  But I realized this was long overdue when I found a t-shirt from elementary school.  Part of the problem is I need to realize that just because somebody gave me a gift, that doesn’t mean that I must keep it for the rest of my natural life.   When the gift shirt has three holes and an unidentifiable orange stain on the shoulder, it is okay to throw it away.

That ended up as 3 big garbage bags full.

The stash also received this organization treatment.  My stash used to be stuffed in here:

But it got so full that the door would spontaneously pop open and spit out yarn.  This is bad–no one needs a yarn ejection system.  Now the stash is happily ensconced in its new home.

 

I can now rifle through the stash without errant balls rolling out of the shelf and around on the floor.  I don’t know why I didn’t think of this sooner.

The Sockotta socks continue.

I love that the heel turn is entirely in purple.

Don’t panic Linda, I’m not pregnant.  But I’m not sure I could love a child more than I love this:

Matt got me a swift for Christmas.  He, Matt M., and I struggled for 2 hours trying to untangle 2 skeins of Noro Daria, and to preserve our sanity, he got me Mr. Spinny up there to prevent that from ever happening again.  So now when the ladies at the yarn shops ask if I’d like that wound, I proudly say, “No thanks.  I’ll just do it at home.”  (The yarn on the swift is Lorna’s Laces Shepard Sock in Ashburn purchased with a gift card from Mom–thanks Mom!)

All of my female family members got a Daria bracelet at Christmas time.  That is some slippery, slippery yarn.  The skeins got tangled, the wound balls collapsed.  I ended up winding the yarn around some size 19 needles and knitting them off the needles like spindles.

 

But the results are so shiny, no?

Today during finals week boredom, I started some socks out of stashed Sockotta.