Oh God, It’s For Realsies Now

So I’m finally able to let the cat(s) out of the bag!

I’ve officially announced it to staff, volunteers, coordinators, and Facebook:

We’re moving back to Ontario.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Unfortunately I didn’t account for some people’s reactions to this (ie. everybody I’m leaving behind in Alberta), and so please excuse me while I sob uncontrollably in my office while reading some of the sweet and sad responses from people.

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Oh God, It’s For Realsies Now

no control at all

So remember in this blog post when I said that I had already ordered new yarn to make another new cardigan for Husband? Yeah. It arrived last night.

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Timberline by Jared Flood in Ultra Alpaca’s Charcoal Mix
And because I, obviously, have no self-control, I immediately cast on. Now I’m addicted to this sleeve. Sleeves make the greatest swatches because it means that you can actually cast on and work on the actual project, but it’s not big enough that if you have to frog back that it’s the end of your knitterly mind, even if you did painstakingly do a tubular cast on….

Well, maybe not painstakingly, but definitely a wee bit fiddly and time-consuming. But the results? Hoo boy. Worth it. Combined with the Ultra Alpaca? Glorious.

On another note, I finally got a good picture of my Boxy sweater in progress.

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Malabrigo featuring my forever messy desk
I just want to hug it and squeeze it and call it George. I am in such yarn bliss lately between these two projects. It’s all I can do not to just ignore life and work and knit my days away. Right now I’ve got both projects stashed in a bag under my desk (due to underground garage cleaning at my building, I had to leave extraordinarily early, so what better to do than knit at work?) and it’s taking all my restraint not to keep one or the other in my lap to do the occasional row. I may or may not have a knitting addiction.

 

no control at all

Loud Tuesdays

Since I was 18, I’ve gotten migraines. I don’t know why they started, but they decided they liked me and have stayed ever since. Nowadays, my migraines are at least a little more predictable – Chinook winds, sometimes if it’s threatening to rain or snow, bad stress, constant irritating noises, PMS – and I can usually dodge a bullet here and there, or at least know that once the rain starts my migraine will stop.

The problem lately is because my work has been going through renovations, that means lots of loud noise and stress combined. Needless to say I’ve looked like this most of my last few workdays. 12240112_10101407091799759_5667452396176530472_n

Luckily for me, everyone at work understands my migraine situation and doesn’t begrudge me looking like an antisocial brat.

I’m pretty sure today though I almost hit my breaking point: for a good half hour or more someone relentlessly banged on something metal with something that sounded like a mallet, and it all reverberated all the way up to my office. Le sigh.

In other news, I FINALLY remembered to take a picture of my Flax in progress: image_medium21

I chose a bluebell lace pattern from an old knitting book of mine, whose name always escapes me whenever it’s not in site. I thought they were appropriate because of the yarn colour, although I forgot to take into account that because it’s a top down sweater, that then means the lace will be upside down….Oh well, I’ve always liked arrow heads.

Loud Tuesdays