You’d think after three and a half years I’d be used to school taking over my life.

According to my dashboard, it’s been 13 days since my last post, but before I get into all the crafty stuff I’ve been playing with over the last couple weeks, I want to say thank you to everyone who has expressed concern over my wrist. I appreciate it! And thankfully, it hasn’t made a reappearance (knock on wood).

Not only is the absence of pain a good thing, but it means that I now have very little preventing me from crafting- aside from my school work, which has been the true reason this blog hasn’t had anything new to say. Fortunately, the last pressing exam was finished on Friday and after taking a few hours to decompress and recoup I’ve mustered up enough brain power to get this typed up and out there.

The last 13 days held a lot of school work, very little crafting, and even less knitting. Instead of knitting my way through to sanity during tests and papers…I thought I’d try something new. Well, not new exactly, but an old craft from my yesteryears (which is, surprisingly, an actual word. Huh.)


My cross-stitch skills are unbelievably rusty, but the distractions of re-learning everything and the zen action of actually doing the cross stitch? I can’t tell you how good my brain felt having something so repetitive to do after a few hours of delving into the theories of Foucault and Bourdieu, or trying to properly pull apart Terre Satterfield’s treatment of Oregon logging in the early 2000s. My brain is twisting itself rather uncomfortably just at the remembrance of that, so if it’s all the same to you guys I’m not going to unearth that debate again.

I’ve made a bit of progress on this cross-stitch since the picture was taken, but I ran out of black thread so the second hummingbird still doesn’t have the rest of it sculpted out. Hopefully I can change that later, next time I run to Michaels. I’m not even going to pretend the back looks pretty- I know most people say the back should look as tidy as the front, but considering the number of years since I last attempted this, I figured I could cut myself some slack.

I did do some knitting. More on the alpaca scarf, though not enough to warrant a picture because, lets be honest, there are some projects where you can knit and knit and knit and then you can look at your work and see that nothing has actually happened. It’s as though as you were knitting, all the yarn simply knit itself right into oblivion. But that’s okay. Why, you ask? Because to make up for the universe simply deleting my yarn, I went out and bought some more. I even took my boyfriend with me (which is a task and a half, because he knows how long I can take in a yarn store/department/aisle, and he actively avoids it. If I wasn’t the one driving today, it would have taken more than a few strings pulled and promises made before we would have gotten close to our local yarn shop.

But I digress.

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Ta-da! I’ve got another sock on my needles. Quick projects are always best to have on hand when I’ve got a bigger, slightly-monotonous-sometimes-if-I’m-honest, project going on right now. Yes, alpaca scarf, I am looking at you. These are knit on US 1 DPNs, and the lovely yarn is Signature 4 ply from WYS, in ‘Wood Pigeon’. If the name doesn’t give it away, it is one of the sister colorways of my fall striped socks (those were knit in ‘Pheasant’). I did this unintentionally, but I realized as I was walking out of the store, bag of lovely yarn in hand, that they’re very winter-y colors. I know the pictures kind of distort the colors a bit, but I couldn’t resist taking the picture under my Christmas tree. Something so home-y and warm about knitting and Christmas… I don’t know.

I hope you don’t find my sock knitting horribly boring. I can knit non-striped socks, as well as non-striped other things, I promise! Here’s a bit of photo evidence for you:

See? The blue sock cuff isn’t technically striped. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it (Regia, by the way). Funny story with those socks, too. They were meant to be my dad’s Father’s Day present, but I was halfway through the first of the pair when the dog got the ball and decided to string half of it around the coffee table, front foyer, and the living room. I was so disgusted with the resulting knots that I had to put the project down for a while. Needless to say, these socks are now going to be his Christmas present. Has anyone else had a project mucked up due to a pet? I’ve heard a few horror stories about wayward significant others, too, but thankfully mine hasn’t made that misstep yet…


The Girl with Striped Socks