(Me at a Holiday Inn Express in New Mexico wearing a lovely lace hat - travel and crafting!)
Despite the relative quiet on my blog, I have in fact been living up to it's name. I have kept my hands from being the devil's playthings by crafting, most definitely eating, doing plenty of the travel thing and sleeping when the need arises. Sometimes when there isn't a need but I just feel lazy, I'll catch a wink or two. And yet my poor little blog is essentially abandoned. Left to fend for itself in the ever growing blogospehre.
So no shock that I am not one of those bloggers plucked from relative obscurity to write a book about crafting, travel, eating or sleeping. Although, to any potential publishers, editors or literary agents out there.....I am more available than tipsy cheerleader on prom night. I'll happily go on book tours, read to adoring (or even just tolerant) masses and hock the book with the kind of enthusiasm that would make QVC stand up and cheer. Keep in mind, I am bilingual so I've got almost all of the American continents covered. I am open to faking Portuguese fluency and am willing to go English in Quebec. Not entirely sold? Well stay tuned, as I intend to kick things up a notch in the coming year; in between naps that is. You think on a title and get back to me.
Speaking of kicking things up a notch, I started the Two Hundred Sit Ups program yesterday because clearly I don't like myself and love self flagellation. Apparently, I don't like my friends either because I guilted a few into doing the program with me. So far, I am sore with no results. I am aware that I only started yesterday but I am of the microwave popcorn generation and my kind don't like to wait. Nonetheless, I am sticking with it because I am vain. Thanks to the fat genes on both side of my family, I work out like a maniac just to stay on the chubby side of thin. So no matter how many miles I run, my love of bread and butter means an eternal tummy pooch unless I do a gagillion crunches or maybe just two hundred.
In six weeks, my newly toned tummy should look awesome in Zephyr Style's Glee sweater. I just cast on and given my slow knitting rate coupled with my tendency to frog five to six weeks sounds like a reasonable timetable. Of course, you never know with me. I have goofed the simplest of patterns while an intricate lace pattern is easy-peasy. There is no rhyme or reason, although I suspect wine consumption and television have some effect. So who knows if this simple little pullover will be one I put in the win column. Or a project I pretend never happened. If it all goes south please do me a favor and act like I never mentioned it.
The yarn is a gorgeous aubergine color of Debbie Bliss' Prima which is a delicious bamboo and merino blend. The yarn is super soft with a just the right amount of body and drape. No stiffness or scratchiness just pure snuggly-wuggly-ness. It may be a bit splitty, especially for a tight knitter, but the aforementioned snuggly-wuggly factor helps one overlook this singular flaw. I suspect that if I finish it my Glee it will be the kind of thing I wear all the time.
I suppose I should confess that I will have help. A ringer, if you will. I am shite at picking up stitches so I enlisted Liz to help me out. She, like my friend Chris, is a knitting wunderkind. These gals crank out breathtaking projects without breaking a sweat. Socks, fair isle vests....you name they can make it. And they cook too. Add to that their cuteness and you've got yourself a triple threat. Anywhoodle, Liz has been kind enough to agree to help pick up stitches so they will be lovely and even. Me alone? They would have an alligator tooth like quality that screams amateur. Thank goodness for Liz without her I'd have to fly Chris in.
Well, my pretties the sky is rumbling which means rain and a fairly good chance that the power will go out. Life is never dull in Costa Rica. In the coming days I'll post pics of knitting and jewelry projects. Hopefully......{yawn}.....now a little nap-sito.
