When I have a lot of things to do, I go into panic mode trying to decide which to do first. This usually ends with me doing none of the things I have to do and starting something I want to do instead. Thus, I have begun a Noro stripped scarf.

I noticed this pattern on several blogs thanks to my good friend and knitting partner in crime Miss B. Most of the patterns I saw were made with Noro silk Garden. I decided to use Kureyon because, after hours of looking at shade cards on the internet, I fell in love with #213. Plus, when I went to LK Yarns (aka the best yarn store in Halifax) they had said colors of my dreams.
So I started to knit this on friday evening and I am completely in love. I cannot stop myself from knitting this scarf. This picture doesn't do it justice.
And I still have at least one mitten to knit before christmas. Not to mention tons of homework.
This is bad. This is very bad. But so good.
I realized yesterday that I might have a problem because I only have 3 balls of this stuff. I can either buy another one or I might just try to use the third ball from both ends to create the stripe. We'll see.
These champagne tastes will ruin me but at least I will be stylish.

My christmas knitting was stalled for a while. With school and work I had too many things to do already and christmas knitting seemed like just another thing that I HAD to do (granted its a self-imposed "I have to do this" but still). I'll admit it, I'm a selfish knitter. I like to knit for myself. I know what I want and I know how I want it. But I did manage to finish a pair of socks yesterday. I don't know who I'll give them to yet because they turned out slightly on the giant side. I could get away with saying they are house socks...we'll see.

My big summer project was a deer sweater which I knit out of good old Patons.

When you knit something, especially something time-consuming, you become very familiar with all the things that are wrong with it. I wore this out in public for the first time the other day. At first, I felt a bit self-conscious. I thought "man, the zipper is not sewn right, there are holes where some of the color changes, some of my weaved in ends are sticking out." But then, I realized that people were looking at it in a admiring way. And I started to feel pretty damn sexy. This sweater is flawed but most people probably can't tell that it is. Besides, that's how you know that its hand made. Plus I like my people and things to be flawed.

Speaking of things that are flawed, I found some socks that I made this summer. I haven't actually worn them yet because I still haven't weaved in ends. I think I mostly put them aside because I couldn't stand knowing how many holes were in them. But upon further examination, these are pretty awesome and mighty comfy. Miss B knows me well enough to know that this self-stripping Super Sox yarn was right up my alley. Not bad for my first pair of socks knit on small needles.

I've been spending a lot of time thinking about what I want out of life. Right now I'm pretty sure about what I don't want. As far as the wants go this is what I have so far:

- I would like to live on an alpaca farm. Perhaps have a few cashmere goats and sheep and train a pack of weiner dogs to be herders.

- I want to learn how to play the accordeon.

I know these sound like silly dreams but the more I think about them, the more they feel like life goals that could be accomplished if I set my mind to it.

I can think of no better way to end this post than by exhibiting yet another thing full of flawedness.

It is very hard to look sexy when trying to take a picture of yourself this early in the morning:

Don't you hate it when life gets in the way of your knitting?

I have been feeling overwhelmed lately.

And whenever I need some soul saving I knit entrelac. (Pattern is Danica from www.knitty.com)

If I knew I could make a living out of it, I would quit everything in a flash and just knit.

Well, I finally did it.

I knit a neck tube.

And it only took me about 20 tries.

I can knit a sweater with deer all over it in one try but I couldn't do simple neck tubage.

My knitting lives in a magical realm where math does not work and/or exist.

But I suppose it was well worth it because I made this out of soft soft alpaca and my neck will never be cold again for all of eternity.