don’t feed me to the lions . . .

my most sincere apologies; i cannot post but very briefly today. i am completely inundated with work. it’s 7pm, i’ve been at it since 8:30 am, and i’ll be lucky to leave my desk by 11pm.
one project after another has gone wrong at the office, and the overflow is a raging tsunami heading for my desk. i wasn’t originally assigned to this particular project, so i am in the position of playing catch-up while i try to plug the dike. it’s a little nerve-wracking, and all the delays are wreaking havoc with the whole schedule this month, including the schedule of the project i am actually assigned to (oh yeah, that project . . . it’s just a distant memory, except i miss sam and alana, who i was working with—hi girls!).

enough with the talk about work!
now, real quick-like, i’ll tell you a few things that have been on my mind.

i was thinking about where the heck this urge to have red yarn ever came from. i’m not really much of a red yarn person. i love all colors, don’t get me wrong, but some do not turn me on as much as others as clothing colors. i like red for a boy’s hat or mitts.

yet, i’m dreaming of a little red cardigan, and thinking that would be just right for my next everyday sweater. like a school sweater. or maybe not for every day, but just for red letter days. when you work alone at home, you have to think up your own entertainment. putting on a special red cardigan over a t-shirt and sweats makes the day feel different, y’know?

(after all, i am firmly behind a change of heart/mind whenever one feels it’s necessary—why not?). it’s supposed to be a free world. so i sit, looking out the window, not really looking, cuz i’m thinking about the red.
the yard is coming to life for spring

david loves to grow flowers; these are his red congo tulips (i can’t help it, that makes me giggle, red congo—ooh, i can hear the drums beating . . .).
me, i’m more of a vegetable grower; i love me some fresh veggies. but he does the flowers; puts them all over the place during the fall and they come up at this time of year in unexpected places.

and that’s another thing; i’m also gravitating toward purples in my dye experiements, even when i don’t plan on it—what could be causing that??

on other fronts, i worked on the pinstriped sox yesterday and they look amazing; i’m waiting to take a picture because i want to show the full effect of the yarn. i never understood it before, but now i can see why people get addicted to sock yarn. the new sock yarns are amazing! i had no idea there was so much unique stuff out there. here i was thinking, “what’s so special about those patterned yarns?” they’re ok, but no big deal, they don’t feel that great to me . . .. but the lorna’s, and the schaefer, and the socks that rock and the fleece artist and, and, and . . . oy!—well you all already know, so i don’t need to elaborate much.

my students are becoming lace-making junkies; it’s a little frightening. lace stoles seem to be the thing of the moment. and beautiful bags . . .

it’s just a big wide wool world out there.