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I have a new Gig! I won’t talk about it much right now, until all the papers signed, t’s crossed and i’s dotted, but the verbal agreement is in place.

The sense of relief is palpable. No yarn diet. I can keep my house and my savings intact for the foreseeable future.

I can stop jumping up and down trying to be so shiny.

I can enjoy my life again to the absolute fullest.

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I’m wrestling with my demons this week. There is nothing pretty about it. This is the tough stuff. When you feel that no action is good, because any action would expose you to more heartache and anxiety. I realized that the pain in my neck, shoulders and back is almost entirely attributable to the depth of my anxiety.

Yesterday in the midst of it all I went on a bike ride and a nice long walk. Now I am listening to the dog snore and contemplating the merits of mowing the lawn before it rains again.

The bike ride made for a good change of pace, and a realization that I have the job and the job doesn’t have me. Furthermore if the job can’t recognize a good employee when they see one, well it’s truly their loss.

I had almost forgotten how to enjoy a summer day, or so I thought until I biked off to the library, grinning from ear to ear. A bike has always managed to reconnect me with my inner kid, and yesterday was no different.

But here is a fun project I’ve been too busy with socks to start. I decided that I have sock club and sock club doesn’t have me, and if I want to take a break from knitting said socks (truly I am only postponing the ripping back of Leafling to allow for a better fitting foot), then hats and shawls and scarves (oh my!) it will be.

The irony of the hat knitting beginning as warm weather arrives is not lost on me. But it looks so pretty and is such an easy knit. And it says for experienced knitters on the pattern – AND IT IS SO NOT KICKING MY BUTT.

Celtic Bunny Hat made with Angora Blend.

Bought this at Black Sheep Gathering last June. I need look sheepish no more when I pass by the Toots La Blanc booth and can’t buy anything new because I haven’t knit what I have.

Bunny hat

I spent a few a days looking through my High School Yearbooks searching for a particular entry from a person at school whom I loved and respected. Her name was Susan and she was in art class with me. Remember we are searching for clues to the whereabouts of myself.

Her written entry is much like a blog post. Or what a blog post should be. It’s well written and specific. Specific to me. And, it was pretty revealing. I loved fiber even then.

Susan wished for me a life filled with gardening, puttering, child rearing and love. Plus a good bubble bath thrown in now and again.
And KNITTING. We actually talked about knitting sweaters in art class. The Art class from heaven where I learned to make jewelery and silk screen and pen and ink sketches. I still have, and wear the earrings. I still have the beautifully embroidered dress and the quilt. Somewhere inside of me the girl still lives on.

Funny thing is someone else also mentioned belly dancing in one of the entries. Me and belly dancing. I’ve taken a few lessons over the last few years and I’d like to get back to it.

Spring is sprung here in Corntown! Time to paint with flowers in the flower pots.

Somewhere along the line of growing up, having a family and being a responsible adult, this girl went missing.

Let’s see if we can find her, shall we?

That girl

It’s hard to believe that I have been knitting pair after pair of socks TOO BIG. This was recently called to my attention after a class at sock camp where I came away knitting a sock with only 48 stitches in it. 48. Not the 66 I’ve been using.

It makes me want to cry when I see how floppy and stupid my other socks look now. I’m wondering if all the other sock knitters were laughing at me behind my back. Tracy has floppy socks.

Well I know they weren’t doing that because sock knitters as a general rule are way too nice and way too busy knitting to laugh at someone. And we’ve all had our ill fitting projects.

Never again will I blindly increase until I reach 66 stitches. I’ve just saved some yarn and the heartbreak of floppy sock-itis. I vow to cast on the smallest size of sock, and knit for length.

At least until I encounter a sock pattern that requires more stitches. I’m wondering if maybe I can wash and dry these in the dryer. Oh yeah, it’s superwash.

I can only show you the top of this sock because it is TOP SECRET and it’s only the top that I made up myself out of my own ideas. Everytime I look at it, it makes me smile to myself because it’s my favorite kind of knitting, thin yarn on small needles. top secret sock

BMFA light weight in Pond Scum!

Then there is the BMFA Geisha in a color way I can’t place. Nancy Bushes Triangular Summer Shawl. I am nupping along. I complained in our Knitting for Speed and Efficiency class that nupping was painful. It was suggested that I get myself a pair of Addi Lace needles. Proving once again that Addi Lace needles are the answer to absolutely EVERYTHING.

The week since sock camp has been a pile full of happy things and a few not so happy (Marc leaving to go back to Baltimore, not being at sock camp).

I am in a house filled with as much fibery goodness as I can bear.

I had two face to face interviews in the past two weeks.

I had a review that indicated I would stay on for another 6 months at my current job.

My daughter put a deposit down on a college of her choice to which she has been accepted.

Work has returned to manageable hours.

I have 8 oz of yak and merino to spin and knit. MMMMMMMmmmmm
Thank you to Susan at Abstract Fiber for making such beautiful things available.