Stashbusting and ferrets

The ferrets are pissed since that they haven't made an appearance in the blog lately. They've been jerkier than their normal jerk selves, but there's no living with them until they are featured yet again doing what they do best- irritate me.

I want to stash bust. I plan a blanket, 2 shawls and a bag that hopefully will lessen my load. I read on Ravelry some chick saying that her stash consisted of 3 skeins of yarn. And she will not buy yarn until she uses those three skeins. I know what you are thinking, WHORE. Me too! However, I thought, what I great thing to aspire to. I figure if I get to 3 give/take 100 skeins, I'm golden.

I started to pull yarn for one of these projects and I got some unasked for help.


I get bogged down in the details of picking yarn, so as of yet, I haven't made the final decisions. I wanted to do a shawl in all reds and then one that has a bunch of colors, but without looking like a 4 year old picked out them out.

WHN has never complained about my stash. I think he is finally cashing in this ticket because he is getting his own stash. He recently went out into the desert and brought back some rocks that he is convinced has gemstones in them as soon as he figures out how to crack them open, I might get jewelry (not holding my breath.) He also brought back dirty rocks that show life a zillion years back. Fossils great in museum, books, everywhere but where I can stub my toe on them.

Fern. I'm not sure when this desert last had ferns.



Thankfully, he hasn't figured out how to bring this bad boy back, but he and his buddy are convinced that this is a dinosaur footprint. I so don't want more big ugly rocks in the house. I'm sure the ferrets are working out levers to move the rocks so they can create a ferret civilization somewhere for me to trip over. They will then tie me up and sacrifice me as part of their fledgling religion.

AND finally...Thank you Claudia for the compliment! Since I am the last person in the blogger world to get the YOU MAKE MY DAY award, there is no one left for me to distinguish. I am always the last on these things. But suffice it to say, Claudia is now my favorite blog reader. The rest of you need to work harder.

2nd to last FO of 2007

I finished the Christmas gloves for WHN right on time. The timing was so good that I was able to present them to in reply to him busting my balls about not making him gloves. So not only did I get the joy of seeing someone appreciate my handknits, but I was able to feel extra superior-- Merry Christmas to me!



The pattern is from Not Just More Socks by Sandi Rosner. I love alternative uses for sock yarn, however, I am not pleased that she only includes 2 sizes (medium man / woman.) I used Regia yarn that I bought about 4 years ago at a guild meeting in California. So good for me, I am stashbusting! OK maybe one skein isn't exactly busting, but it's chipping and that's close enough for me.

I'm spending time now trying to catch up with knitting. I should teach the dog how to do it so I can take the pressure off of me.

Someone who doesn't feel pressure, Tiff:

Almost a month??

EEE GADS! I have been in moving hell. Partly because of moving during school as opposed to a break, incompetent movers, animals that not only wont help me move my stuff, but make me move their crap too etc

The one highlight of the move was my SP sent me an amazing package! I didnt have a camera at the time (did I mention I dropped my cellphone in a toilet at a bar??) but she sent me roving which is PERFECT FOR ME. I loved the colors but also, I have a ton of yarn, as my MIL keeps pointing out to me, so roving is much appreciated. I also got a cute pair of earrings that I had to keep on my ears for fear that MIL was going to steal. And the box was wrapped so cute too. Lots of color etc. I live in a world where noone ever wraps anything for me, so it was very exciting. THANK YOU SP for bringing a little fun to a crappy crappy weekend.

Without going into the gorey details, the move itself was disaster. I can't believe we got everything out and into our new house, but we did, but it took 24 hours of straight moving and car trips, as well as, literally just loading up our garage without thought of where something would eventually end up or when we would need it next. My MIL showed up a few days later. We spent our mornings in the garage until the heat would creep up on us and then the early evenings back in there. I did at least 8 car loads to the donation bin. We sorted through so many boxes. I had a bunch of before pictures just so I could really see how much progress I had made, but my camera went missing yet again. I have a strange feeling I left it at the Stratosphere.

Anyway, the one area where I have made no progress is my CRAFT LOFT!!! Yes, I am taking over an area of the house for all me. ME ME ME ME ME. But as you will see, I have just made a junky mess. I have no skill for deciding what goes where. My yarn I thought I would store up there, instead is in a cabinet downstairs. My dining area is covered in stuff meant for the loft, but as you can see, I havent made room for it there either.

Unfortunately, my local friends just stare blankly at me when I say craft, so no convincing anyone to spend an afternoon helping their dear ol' friend! But the dream of the loft will be a knitting, spinning, sewing, jewelry making mecha. My back patio will be dye central. But alas, all just a dream. Everytime I walk up there I just shift stuff, get overwhelmed and retreat to the living room to watch Dancing With the Stars with margarita in hand. (BTW, besides pointing out how much yarn I have, my MIL liked to point all the booze I have-- yes both are used solely by me. I tried to explain that if she too started drinking at 8:30am, she would too would have to have a large stock.)

Below are pictures from my new cellphone. Camera still gone. Please enjoy my shame.

The gorgeous view from below of my "fabulous" loft:


Stair leading to the loft. Yarn is unprotected there, so lovely ferret TIffany has been putting yarn away herself, under the couch.


Loft entrance:


Loft from different angles. Notice it has progressed from unpacked loft, to shithole.




But this problem is not just contained in the loft, these boxes all belong in the loft... all sorts of stuff like a Xyron, felting supplies, the ironing board (sewing's dirty little brother). That green cabinet that will be staying downstairs for now, is FULL OF YARN. I will open that up on a different show your shame day.


So there you go. All the stuff I found during packing, I have re-lost. THat's how awesome I am! Don't expect much progress as I am adrift in unsurehowtooganizemyspaceforbestutilizationness.