Tuesday, July 20, 2004

I've been sitting here wondering why I have such a hard time choosing a knitting project to just stick with. I'm not a slow knitter. I could have easily finished that green tank in under a week, had I committed. Three months later, and it's finally done. And there's a pair of socks that I started when I lived in New York... so that's a bare minimum of 10 months. For SOCKS! There are UFOs all over my house, but not because I'm slow, not because I'm having a hard time with the patterns... I honestly couldn't figure out why.

And then my gaze slid ever so slightly to my left at my desk. Where I literally have three DIPs. (Slight poetic license there. If a knitted Work In Progress is a WIP, wouldn't a half-finished drink be a DIP???)

I have a Diet Vanilla Coke, a liter bottle of Aquafina (with lemon juice added) and a bottle of Steap Green Tea Soda (lemon dew flavored). I couldn't decide which I preferred, so I have all three going. For similar reasons I had oatmeal and tuna fish for "brunch" today. (not together, just as part of the first meal of the day)

So - stay with me here - I think, possibly, just maybe, I could be fickle.

That sound you hear is the noise my husband makes when he has a coronary from trying not to scream "no shit" at the top of his lungs.

I like doing it all. I like working with the big huge bunny-ear yarn of the Blizzard sweater. I like the springy feel of the Classic Elite Follies yarn... I'm loving playing with all the different fibers I've been spinning, and seeing the colors of the silk yarn, and playing with the different patterns... I like it all. So why shouldn't I do it all? Simultaneously? (hey, I've got dexterous toes, do you think I could learn to knit with them? Think of all the WIPs I'd have going then!)

This is probably part of the problem in my career. I'd like to be on the air, play in the production studio, and still have TONS of time to play with the cats, without neglecting the dog at all, knit some, spin some, plus I'd really like to voice some audio books on the side. You know, in my abundant spare time.

Now, I should probably be clear that I am not fickle when it comes to men. Of all the husbands I know - mine and other women's - mine is the only one I want, and not just because he does the laundry. I suppose that's what made me work through all the hard times he and I had, because for me, it was never him or I'd find someone else, it was always him or just be alone. There is no other man out there for me (this fact is independent from the fact that no one else will put up with me!).

But when it comes to what I wear, what I eat, what I drink, what I knit...

Yeah, I'm starting to think "fickle" might be pretty on target.

To my credit, I did just finish the Steap while typing that, so it's really only two DIPs.

Thoughts for the Day:

George Bernard Shaw - The fickleness of the women I love is only equaled by the infernal constancy of the women who love me.

John Muir - When we try to pick anything out by itself, we find it hitched to everything else in the universe.


Blogger chelsea said...

Afternoon, neighbor!
I just got a comment from Heather which led me here... I wish I lived more central MD so I could make it to what I don't doubt are great sit'n'knits...

I love the tank (congrats on finishing) where did you find the pattern?

5:01 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Lissa, here.

You're not fickle. You have multiple interests.

9:43 PM  

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