My recent knitting ennui has spilled over into other areas of my life. Like blogging. Why is that? I don’t know. It makes no sense! For instance, I’m sitting here at the computer, waiting for hundreds of high-resolution wedding photos to upload to DotPhoto. Perfect time to dash off an entry or finish tweaking the blog template, right? Instead, I find myself reading page after page of forum posts on last night’s episode of The Bachelor. I suppose that I have to start somewhere, so what follows is a post about a random assortment of stuff…
In an attempt to break out of my knitting slump, I finally finished off my Isis scarf. The one that I began back in December, when I fell in love with the purple one that I made as a gift for someone else.
It’s just a basic garter stitch scarf, made with Colinette Isis yarn held together with a string of Berroco Laser FX. I wish that I would have refrained from adding the Laser FX, because the Isis yarn is quite pretty on its own. The sequins propel this scarf into super-girly territory…like something Barbie would knit. Not to mention that I despise the white string that peeks out here and there. Another regret: I bound off too tightly, because I was in a hurry to finish the thing before heading off to bed.
Of course, it’s 81 degrees outside and my chances of wearing it are slim, so none of this really matters at the moment. (Where is my rain, Bill Bellis?!)
In other news, I finally bought my long-coveted Poang chair from Ikea. It is now sitting in the perfect sunny spot in the loft where the papasan chair used to be. (Adios, papasan chair! May you never tip over and dump another unsuspecting person onto the floor again!) The bad news is that one and/or both of the cats have decided that my new chair is a splendid resting spot, but only when my back is turned. This means that I have to swipe it with a lint roller every time I want to sit down, or face the world with a furry bottom.
One final bit of news: I have almost polished off an entire box of Girl Scout cookies. Samoas, to be exact. Why does there have to be a Brownie living right across the street from our house? How am I supposed to resist that kind of temptation?
