Frustrated Frogging

For the past month, I’ve been working on a black sweater worked in seed stitch with ribbing. It’s gorgeous and soft.

As of today, I’m done with the body and the sleeves. And here, I discovered something. Well, a couple of somethings that caused another something…it doesn’t fit me. At all.

See, here’s the thing: the pattern called for bulky weight yarn; I used worsted. There isn’t a HUGE difference between these two weights but there is enough that I should have modified the pattern to make it fit me because otherwise it would be too small.

And here’s the other thing: I missed some increases in the top. So it really is too small.

So I have to frog back and start over again. I’m not thrilled about this. But at the same time, tomorrow is April 1. It’s like 45 degrees outside. It’s getting to be too warm for heavy sweaters, so it’s not big deal if I put this aside and work on some lighter weight projects for a while.

In fact, I’m considering frogging this sweater into another project and buying some bulky weight yarn to make a new one with less trouble.

And in the meantime, I’m going to work on a sock.



Greensocks are all my joy! Greensocks are my delight.

I finished my green socks tonight. Finally.

I’m beyond proud of them. And I cannot wait to show them off. I mean, I think they’re gorgeous. And I made them so I must be right, right?

Gratuitous Sock Pictures

I’m celebrating the Second Annual Pride and Prejudice Appreciation Day by watching the Colin Firth-Jennifer Ehle 1995 BBC adaptation while knitting socks. I had a mug of tea while watching episode four. But now, the tea is gone. The socks, however, are still here. I’ve been working on this pair of socks since January 1. Back then, I had dreams of knitting six pairs of socks this year. I have foiled my own goals however. I have been too busy working on other things and have avoided my socks. However, if you look at these socks, you’ll notice that the pair is close to being done. In fact, I have hopes of finishing them by the end of this month-that is, by the end of the day on Thursday.

A sock and a half…with Baltimore (which I did read all in one day) in the background

The socks are hiding Colin Firth from you. Silly socks…

Sometimes, I get really artsy-fartsy when I’m taking pictures of my knitting. Today was one of those days.

So enjoy this most Austentatious of days.

Random Saturday

Greetings blogosphere! Today is Saturday and I have no plans except for reading Baltimore. Yes, I will read the whole book in one day. Then, I will watch You’ve Got Mail. This means that I will merely cue up my Grooveshark “favorites” playlist and run through all the songs on it-multiple times if need be. But first, I will give y’all seven random things from my week.

1) Apparently, I became a character in a vampire novel on Tuesday. Well, not quite…On Tuesday in vampire lit, we were discussing a novel in which there is a character named Celia. But my professor kept calling her Cecilia…most likely because Yours Truly was sitting there in all of her Cecilian glory.

2) Yesterday, I found a comment on a video I have on YouTube of my friend Steve. This comment talked about how sad it was that Steve had died. I know this individual was referring to another Steve and I told her that. But at the same time, I couldn’t stop laughing. Steve is not dead. I’ve seen him since the date she listed as his death date. But it all seemed rather Mark Twain-esque for me.

3) Thursday morning, I noticed that I was running low on coffee but I thought I had enough grounds left in the bag to make my morning cup yesterday. Wrong. Very very very wrong. Yesterday, I attempted to make a cup of coffee with what I had left in the bag and it was very weak. So, I “had” to shell out $2.11 for  a large cup of coffee at the Einstein Bros. on campus before I went to American Lit.

4) And speaking of American Lit…we had a sub yesterday. Said sub is one of the English department grad students; we’ve had him before. He does not talk. I know; I’ve tried to get him to talk. If  you know me, you know that I’m introverted at first, but I’ll talk to anything-including walls, cats, and plants-if it means that I can talk. He gives me one word answers to questions like “Are you our babysitter today?”

After class, one of the other girls in the class and I were talking about how he never talks; he just popped in a video called “Making Sense of the Sixties” and then used the computer for the next 50 minutes. We thought cancelling class would have served us better. M remarked that “Well, at least he’s nice to look at.”

I said, “Yeah, but he’s married. I saw his ring the last time he baby-sat us.”

She said something about how this kind of ruined it.

I said, “Here’s the thing I don’t get. He never talks. But he’s married. How did he get married if he never talks?”

She said, “Maybe his wife is deaf and so she doesn’t care.”

5) After that conversation, I went into the women’s bathroom on the first floor of the student center. When I was throwing away my paper towel after washing my hands, I saw a bra in the trash. When I texted Katie to tell her, she replied, “Someone got a little excited after her women’s studies class.”


6) I get to retake the OPI soon!

7) Easter is 29 days away. Tomorrow is the Second Annual Pride and Prejudice Appreciation Day. The semester ends (officially) in 34 days. Life is good.

Wearing Green

Today is the Feast of St. Patrick. For many Americans, especially college students, this is an excuse to drink green beer and wear green clothes. It’s not an excuse to think about the man who evangelized an entire nation.

Twelve years of Catholic education have made me feel somewhat of a moral need obligation to wear green on the 17th of March every year. So today, I put on my green sweater that I made a few months ago and went off to class. Hey, any excuse to wear a lovely handknit…

I was sitting in my first class of the day wearing my sweater and knitting a green sock when my professor mentioned that I had reminded her that today was St. Patrick’s Day because a) I was wearing green and b) I was knitting something green. She commented that I don’t usually knit green things but today I was. (Lately, I’ve been doing a lot of knitting in muted colors. It’s rather unfortunate.)

I smiled. I wasn’t about to tell her that the reason that I was knitting something green was that I needed a springy project in my life. Plus, I started that sock on New Year’s Day (full of bright ambitions to make a pair of socks every two months) and I still haven’t finished the first sock. Epic. Fail.

But I didn’t tell her this. I also didn’t tell her that I think that getting all excited about St. Patrick and being Irish every March 17 is a little silly. We don’t get all excited about being Italian or Polish every March 19 for the Feast of St. Joseph the Foster Father of Christ. And St. Joseph is a way bigger deal that St. Patrick. Don’t get me wrong; Ireland and St. Patrick are great. But St. Joseph is, in my humble opinion, one of the greatest people ever born. He is one of the greatest examples of paternal and spousal love and devotion. No, he is the greatest.

But we don’t celebrate him outside of the Catholic Church. You won’t see people putting on red shirts and going to bars on Saturday proudly proclaiming “Kiss me! I’m Polish/Italian!” for the feast of St. Joseph. Starbucks won’t make “We hope you’re wearing RED today! It’s our favorite color” their Facebook status.

But really, that’s okay. Because just because you wear green or go to the bar and drink green beer, that doesn’t mean that you understand the message of St. Patrick. That just means that you celebrate what you think that being Irish means. (And honestly, I really hope that being Irish means more than just getting drunk and wearing green. I really do.) That doesn’t mean that you really think much about the man who has so much to teach us about the Trinity. That was the heart of his message: Three Persons, One God-Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.

I didn’t say any of this to my professor. But that doesn’t mean that I don’t think it. That doesn’t mean that this isn’t what I believe.

And so, I ask Saint Patrick, the first bishop of Ireland, to bless us in the Name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.

Spring Break Recap

Spring break is over. This morning, I packed all of my crap into my car, vacated my parents’ house, went to Mass, and headed back to the west side of the lovely mitten-shaped state in which I reside.

All in all, it was a good break and I think it’ll give me both the rest and the push I need to get through these last six weeks (plus finals week) of this semester.

It wasn’t the most productive week of my life and that’s probably a good thing. I read a book. I knitted a few things. I watched Kenneth Branagh’s “endless, uncut” four-hour Hamlet. I spent time with my family.

Family is great. My mom fixed the gaping hole in my coat that was threatening to eat my car keys and cell phone. Being the woman who taught me to sew, she could have just told me to fix it myself, but being my mother, she fixed my coat pocket for me.

I had some great time with some great friends-both in person and via skype. Tea, cookies, pet fish, and and friends are unbeatable medicine for the soul.

Migraines, something I had most of the week, are not good medicine, but they won’t kill me.

But the week is over. I have to push through the last six weeks of school and get to Easter and finals week. Exams start the day after Easter, which isn’t ideal but is doable. It also give me perspective on the rest of semester. Easter is six weeks from today. I just have to get through the rest of Lent and get to Easter. And then, I’m free. It doesn’t make for the easiest Lent of the century, but it’s doable. It’s six weeks. Six weeks. Then Easter, finals, and freedom…all doable; I just need to breath.

Random Monday

I think that making a list will make communication easiest today. For what it’s worth, today is a good day. So these points will not be angry or bitter or cynical.

  1. I’m enjoying what should be the final spring break of my college career. I’m at my parents’ house with no big plans and it’s brilliant.
  2. The Hermione Jean pattern is now for sale on Etsy and Ravelry. I debated long and hard about selling it, but the conclusion that I came to was this: I spent a lot of time and energy working on this pattern.  And I believe in intellectual property. (I think that’s required as an English major.) I’m not going to give this away for free because that would be like giving my foot away for free. Offering Anne-Cordelia for free is not like offering my foot for free. That’s like giving you a small part of my personality, which is also what I would do if we sat down in a coffee shop and drank a nice cup of tea together. That is much easier than giving you my foot. And it’s more enjoyable.
  3. At the beginning of the year, I set a goal of finishing at least five sweaters this year. Well, I have finished two (Hermione Jean and Jenn’s sweater) and I have three more on needle. (But two of those are short-sleeved or sleeveless.) I’d say I’m in good shape.
  4. I had great plans to work on reading Middlemarch this week. Until I left it in my apartment…along with about half the clothes I meant to bring home.
  5. Over the weekend, I saw the movie “The Adjustment Bureau” with a friend. This was one of the best movie decisions I’ve made in a while and I really recommend it.
  6. On Thursday I saw the movie “Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs.” That was one of the worst movie decisions I’ve made in a while. It ruined one of my favorite books from childhood.
  7. I need to watch the four-hour Hamlet at some point this week.
  8. My cat likes to sleep on my Hermione sweater. Well, really she’ll sleep on anything, but she’s spent a good couple of hours on that sweater.
  9. I got a new blender today. Now I can make my own hummus.
  10. And now I’m going to finish Interior Castles.