I have a feeling that I'm going to be knitting quite a bit in the near future. It keeps me sane. I'll need it.
Mom's back in the hospital, she does have cancer and has started chemo treatments. I think. I haven't heard anything. I'm not sure.
Dad's cleaning everything in sight. I think that's how he's coping.
I can't say much. I'm knitting.
Imp's Gryffie scarf is about halfway done. I'm really not liking that stupid scarf. But it's my fault for knitting the thing in the round. If I've done my math correctly, that silly thing will have well over 22,000 stitches by the time I'm done. And over two skeins of red yarn. I shouldn't have to use more than half of my gold. I'm hoping, 'cause I haven't found more of that color. Oops.
I had to stop knitting on The-Scarf-That-Just-Keeps-Going for about a month, month and a half or so. I couldn't stand looking at it anymore. I was dreaming of the damned knit stitch.
So, I went on to a couple just add gratification projects.
Imp and I usually head out to the local Renn Faire each year (this year, not so much), and I have a corset that I wear quite proudly. I have a shelf-life in the thing, too. Hee! That being said, I loathe purses like no one's business. I usually carry my cell, debit card, ID, and whatnot in my pockets. Only with the corset, that's really not possibly.
I do have cleavage. I can carry my cards in there. Which I have done and then gone fishing for them much to amusement of the Rennies. That doesn't bother me. They are very polite. Perverted senses of humor--which is why I fit in with them, but polite. What I don't like is the fact that I can read my debit card number from my chest.
I had gotten the yarn, some Berrocco Lustra from a swap over on Ravelry, and had no idea what it would grow up to be. Literally no idea what so ever. Then I realized that the blue of the yarn would pick up some of the blue in my corset. Score! Since I knit this up at the college, it took my a little longer. Maybe two days. But I only knit for 45 minutes to an hour at a time. So...
I call it 'Talullah'. Grandma saw it and wants one in brown. I have some Knitpicks Comfy Sport cotton in Fedora, so that works. She's getting one.
But I'm going to get back to my evil, evil scarf. I think that scarf unravels itself some each night. I really do.