That would be a singular twist, but multiple shouts. Yeah, baby, I'm happy with it! While Jayme kindly pointed out in the comments yesterday that I was still technically knitting a moebius, even with multiple twists, it wasn't working as the intended cowl -- too twisty. I really liked how the colors were working in the first version, and with the addition of more stitches, it's pooling a bit more in the new -- and I still like it. It's different, but I like it. The blues, especially, seem much more intense when they're all together -- this color of Handmaiden Ottawa, "Ottawa Forest," still makes me think more of water than woods, though. I hope to have this finished over the weekend.
The weekend. I'll be recovering yet from last weekend -- with the chaperoning of Maddy's Halloween party in between. That's a tradition begun by Ali that I wish we'd never started, but there you go. A girl just wants to have fun. I worry a little more every year and can let myself be carried away by all the possibilities for disaster. Fun, they just want to have good, clean, scary fun... and chips and candy.
I have a few ABC-Along letters to catch up on, and a lot of packages of various sorts to pull together for the mail. It just occurred to me today that my best friend's birthday is Monday -- and mumble mumble mumble on its heels. There could be trick-or-treating on Sunday -- and I am not prepared! I don't even known whether that's happening on Sunday or Tuesday in my area.
PMS musings (with little fiber) after the break...
Fair warning about this next part -- I'm not sure where it's going to go, but it probably won't have much fiber content. I'm in a spectacularly weird place emotionally right now -- right this very minute. PMS, in my case, must stand for Peri-Menopausal (p)Sycho, complicated by huge swells of self-doubt and recurring waves of inadequacy -- the eruptive break-out, especially on my nose, and backache last weekend, as well as extreme fatigue this week (more than usual, even taking into account a big trip), all makes sense now. I am experiencing menstrual bleeding -- if you can even call it that -- for only the third time since Michael's accident. Weird how my brother's accident has become my measuring stick for my menstruation, but it has. I'm sure it has to do with my SIL (SHIT! her birthday is Thursday!) and how close in age we are and our similar "position" in life, which also happens to be the topic du jour whenever we speak.
I should be taking tinctures and supplements -- vitamins, at least -- trying to settle these hormones and emotions. I should be reading all the latest info, arming myself with knowledge and facts and figures and timetables. Oh, god, I just hate that stuff. I try and try and try -- I buy this, subscribe to that -- but I just can't read it. And why is that? Is that saying something about me and how I see myself, how I care for myself? Do I care for myself? Am I paying attention to the important things? Am I just complaining and bitching to hear myself... roar?
Am I going nuts?
I had a really, really good time at Rhinebeck (meaning the whole weekend). I had a blast with my traveling companions and roommates couldn't have asked for a better hostess or more fun and fiber -- but I'll tell you, I was so completely overwhelmed a couple of times at the hotel and at the fairgrounds that I nearly imploded. I couldn't do the meet-up. A couple of people sought me out in the Artichoke French line, I gave an extra one to Carole as I walked through the throng, snapped a picture from the other side, walked back through and said hello to Stephanie while admiring her shawl, and maybe to someone else, and then I beat it big-time for a barn. I had a hard time at Carole & Laurie's "Winebeck," too. I really wish I could have enjoyed the socializing more, spread my wings a little. The beer helped a little, but I needed more... help or beer, either one (except that I pay too big a price the morning-after with the beer these days). This blogging thing can be a little weird, you know, and the meeting up can just kind of blow my mind sometimes. Putting a name and face, a complete body and more rounded personality together with a blog is so weird -- both ways. We know so much about each other, and yet so little; it's super freaky. I'm a little disappointed that I didn't try harder.
But I guess that's why there's a next year. ; )