Feed me. Teach me. Get me thinkin'.
What to blog, what to blog? Or, in Harlotese, it's time to "feed the blog." Like Margene, blogging is part of my day and I think I do the song and dance pretty well on most days. Even when I got nothin', I can usually come up with somethin'. I have to do this everyday; if I don't, I'm afraid I won't. I can't believe it, really, that I've blogged so consistently for a year. Do you know how many diaries and/or journals I've been given and/or bought in my life? Can you guess how many actually have words in them... any words at all? I've always wanted to journal regularly, but never did in any way shape or form 'til now. DH has kept journals fairly regularly since he was a kid -- so cool!
So, anyway, this morning I was having trouble with the daily magic trick, trying to conjure that little somethin' out of nothin'. I cast on the sleeves for Goldie last night and I'm knitting both at the same time for the first time ever, but that just doesn't inspire much excitement today. Tomorrow will mark two weeks without smoking a single cigarette, but I'm not inspired by that, either; maybe tomorrow. I'm not even getting much out of the kids this week!
When all else fails, a quick run through blogland usually saves the day. And it is so. Celia is the first willing
victim interviewee to post answers to yesterday's questions. She is such an interesting lady. (She said nice things about me, too. *Thank you!* But that's not why I like her. Check her out; she's just uber-cool.)
I visited Annie this morning, too. She's gone and learned something new! She learned it from Mary Beth, specifically here. I'm sure you will agree that Mary Beth is one fine knitter, and very generous. Inspiring, really...
I had a bit of a revelation about patterns and charts when I started Goldie and Mary Beth left a comment:
I like to think that the chart gets me started, like a map, but I try to go out on my own as soon as I can - that's when the fun begins!
Goldie is nothing too complicated, but there are a number of things going on and I tried to heed Mary Beth's advice; I've been "out on my own" for much of this sweater. The resulting freedom became evident last night when I looked at my original notes for the sleeve and noticed all the hash marks from the first time -- a LOT of hash marks -- hash marks for every row, every repeat, every increase -- every everything was noted -- and realized that I was FREE! It was a revelation -- I'm reading my stitches and my knitting better than I ever have before! Thanks to encouraging nudges by people like Mary Beth. ; )
Abra-cadabra. Somethin' out of nothin'.