Now they let me post!

Okay, I've been having a lot of issues. Now that I've more or less got all those issues solved, the thing that gave me those issues in the first place is acting all . . . normal. Anyway, I had a lot of issues with blogger today, and now well, just type this:

http://www.garretknitsohio.wordpress.com/ into your address box. That's where all the new content will be. I'm still working all the bugs out of that site, so forgive me. I've had a lot of fun here at blogger, and I hope that it will continue at wordpress. I'm going to try and import all the blogger archives, but that may not happen. If not, then I'll try to put a link on the new blog to this blog.

Click the Link!!!

I am knitting a blanket -- it is making me nuts (more!)

And as much as I really do want to stop, I don't think that I can. I've maintained a remarkable amount of monogamy on this go at this blanket. (Granted, the first blanket took a feat of skill that I CAN'T reproduce.) I did have a few little things on the side, but those are mostly gone by now. I even put the hat upstairs because, as long as this blanket is taking, the hat is moving about as slow. (I don't like that I've been knitting a hat for over a week.)

Now, I sit on my couch night after night, knitting squares like some obsessive freak. I'm almost done with number five out of nine. This will take a while longer. I don't know how much longer I'll be able to stick to these little squares, though I bet it will be a while longer that I think it will be. I'm like an old married couple with this blanket. I may thing about knitting on other things, even dream about it, but I always go back to that blanket.

So, what's some of the other things that I'm thinking about knitting. (Oh no, my dream knitting is more entertaining than my actual knitting.) Well, thats's a funny story. I still need a new hat, but I like my hats to be quick fixes. I want to knit something for me with a shawl collar. I also want to knit myself a garter stitch yoke sweater with a placket opening. (Now there's a knitterly sentence, even half of them won't know what I mean.) I would like to knit some socks, not because I really want to, but because I need some. I feel like I should do something out of handspun. Any way that I can combine all of these?

Sorry this entry is so . . . ramble-y. I've spent all morning working on edits, and let's just say, it ain't pretty. I make a lot of mistakes and I tend to be kind of a wordy writer. We can't have that, so I must make my sentences flow a little bit more. I've seen more words than I've spoken today, and it is nothing short of a miracle that I can string a sentence, let alone a blog post together. Expect me to have shoddy posts with poor pictures, if any, for a while. My gammer will be worse, if even possible, and my spelling will be appalling as always. All my energy for proofreading goes there, not here, which is a shame, as this is guaranteed  to be published. Sigh, fish got to swim, knitter's got to knit, writers got to . . . edit.

You Make me feel like Dancing

Want to Dance the night away.

Am I the only one out there who gets that song stuck in their head whenever the finish a pair of socks. Really, only me, oh well, moving on.

I really do love these things too. I finished them up last night while I was ignoring everything else. You may have your Valentine, but I've got my socks to keep my feet warm at night. Since a picture is worth a thousand words, let these photos do the talking.

The pattern is my own basic sock pattern, the yarn is I think Serenity Sock Yarn. I love this colorway, but I lost the label because, the one thing I shouldn't throw away, I do.

I'm still working on the blanket, but I've been a little busy so progress is minimal. I've had a few great distractions, like finishing up these socks and a hat. (More on the hat later.) And, even with the distractions I still can think of like a dozen things that I MUST knit right now.

And now I have to clean, Clean ,CLEAN!

Coming up for Air

I've just re-surfaced from reading a book, and for a day and a half I was in a state of rapture as I'm wont to do when I have one I'm in love with. I move about my day as planned, but I just punctuate the day with reading. There was actually one point yesterday where I shoved the book to the back of the closet to keep myself from reading it.

When I have a good book, at least in winter, I bury myself in the couch with it, and just ready until my eyes go blurry and teary. Late into the night I read, and the next day I take a bath so that way I have an excuse to devour the book till the water's cold. During the summer I spend hours out on the porch swing the words moving through my mind as the swing goes "squeak squeak."

What is this book you ask? Well, this is a little embarrassing, not a lot, but a little. I wasn't engrossed in a lovely Austen or Bronte. If I was, then I would be going around saying things like: "I am deeply honored by your proposal, but I'm afraid that I cannot except it, my feelings in every respect forbid it. Can we speak any plainer?" (I think they could speak a little plainer myself.)

Or I would be running around banging my head into trees and shouting "Heathcliff!"

This was just a dippy little David Sedaris book. When You're Engulfed in Flames. I personally range from thinking that it's either a really cool, or really disturbing title. It was laugh out loud funny, though there are a few times where he strikes a cord with me, and either makes me feel like a great person, or a piece of trash. I think that's more my issues than his, and I'll keep reading him. It's probably the mark of a good author who can make you feel many emotions.

I love reading, but there were a few years where I didn't really like it, probably because I removed from all good books, the only things I had to read were the aforementioned Austen and Bronte, (which are good books, but a touch exhausting if you know what I mean) and romance novels. (I could have gone to the library and gotten books, but that would have involved paying the fine.) Then a used book shop moved in about a mile from my house and I've had all sorts of access to great books at great prices. I counted the other day and I've got about thirty books from that shop and I've read most of them.

I think I'm going to go crack open a book. Edith Wharton's next.