Saturday, April 20, 2013

What the what-what?

This month has been busy-busy, and I'm exhausted. Between the weather making like a massively awful rollercoaster and the extra writing I've been taking on, I could just plotz. Right here. And I haven't been feeling the knitting.

Yes, I said it. I'm not feeling the yarn right now.

I have sixty trillion skeins of totally sexy new yarn, a million-billion patterns and projects I want to use them with, and I'm just not into it right now.

I feel so empty. So alone.

I have been working, though, on a new project.

My Wollmeise Clapotis. A word which, thank you Google Translator, means "the sound of waves lapping on the shore."

I love the way some ideas are encapsulated in one word for some languages, and other languages have to use more to express the exact same idea. I mean, yes, clapotis can be translated to just 'lapping', but in English we have to express what is lapping where in order to make sense of that word. Apparently, the French already know those two things.

Sort of like how we stole the word defenestration for English. Bob I love that word. It makes me so happy, I can't even express it.

I'm still not much in a knitting mood, but now I'm in a cheerful one, and that's almost as good. :-)

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Why I don't eat a lot of pure sugar.

I realized today there's a second reason I don't eat a lot of pure sugar candy (sort of pure, because I don't think the added chemical flavors and colorings in Sweet Tarts add anything like "purity" to sugar). Another reason aside from the fact that I don't really -- except for the aforementioned Sweet Tarts and the occasional chocolate -- have a sweet tooth.

Pure sugar candy hops me up like I've just taken a big hit of crack, and then it makes me ravenously hungry. Like, creepy woman in the tv on Doctor Who hungry. I had two bagels for breakfast and a normal sized lunch. Typically, that's enough to finish me up for a day, but toss in a crap-ton of pressed sugar pellets and by the time I got home I was so hungry I ate the majority of a large pizza, a handful of chocolate and am still hungry. Every so often, I go into the kitchen and putter around, trying to find more food to stuff in my insatiable cake hole.

Now, I'm not a big eater (evidence to the contrary aside), before I had the full time gig I used to occasionally forget to eat breakfast and lunch altogether. This hunger is...disconcerting. I saved up some pizza for lunch tomorrow, and there's a chance it won't make it until then.

Maybe I'll have a cup of cocoa to fill in the gaps.

Anyway, on to knitting matters. I'm getting tired of the same-old-same-old stuff when it comes to knitting. I have all that sexy hot yarn sitting in boxes and bins and taunting me with its fiberey lushness. So I'm going to add some new projects to my rotation. No worries, little duckies, I can add them and still say under my three active project limits.

So, comes the quandry:

Make a Clapotis of my Wollmeise

Or a Ginko Biloba Shawl out of my KP Stroll. Color is called "Canopy", and I have more than enough mileage to go for the massive leaf size shawl.

So you see my confusion. What's a girl to do when faced down with so much fluffy, colorful, yarny goodness?

Oh, yeah.