Showing posts with label Friends. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Friends. Show all posts

Thursday, August 6, 2009

25 Days

So I'm leaving in 25 days. I started packing up some sweaters, some handknit hats and scarves, and other things I won't need for the rest of the summer, but as of now, there isn't much else I can pack. One would think, with all my supplies (yarn, beads, paints, etc.) just waiting to be used, I'd be busy all the time, and I have been. I've been knitting like crazy, spending time with friends, shopping for dorm stuff, and (finally) shopping for some new and much-needed clothes that, get this, aren't covered in paint...yet. That said, I can't seem to figure out what to do with myself. Sure, this week I helped throw a birthday party for my grandma, went to see Funny People, threw a quasi-spontaneous dinner party, and invited some friends over for pizza and movies, but when I look at the New Student Orientation website or talk to my new college friends, I feel like I'm just sitting around waiting to get in the car and go. I feel like I won't truly be productive until all of my clothes, books, and yarn have been packed away into boxes, my new, polka-dotted laptop has arrived and been outfitted with the latest version of photoshop, and my wheel has been safely tucked into the seat next to me.

On that note, here's the shawl I'm working on:



Fountain Pen Shawl
- Interweave Knits Spring 2009 out of Knit Picks Gloss Lace

Monday, July 27, 2009

Here's where it gets deep.

The day I realized there'd be 52 days left before I left for college, I started counting down with a deck of playing cards, arranged from 2s to aces: spades, diamonds, clubs, hearts. When I first clipped the two of spades to a hanging magnetic basket next to my monitor, I was about as gung-ho about leaving as anyone could be. I was going to Philly, my already-adopted new home, and away from everything I considered a "problem". In Philly, my mom couldn't get mad at me for not putting away the laundry, my art teacher couldn't tell me I was devoting too much time to academics (even if I take an art class, I'm going to an Ivy League school...), and I wouldn't have to watch my grandparents suffer and die. In Philly, I'll have a great gelato place within walking distance, classes that interest me, opportunities to date some of the brightest young gentlemen in existence, and a roommate who has agreed to put up with my yarn stash.

I'm up to the five of hearts now, and I'm not so sure. I don't know what it is that prompted such a change. Maybe it's noticing how sick my grandma is or how much I miss my friends, even when I've only not seen them in a few weeks. Hell, maybe it's the idea that my entire stash just can't come with me. I can just envision it: My parents show up after a 3-hour car ride, bag of yarn in hand. "Nooooooo, mom! It's not THAT purple merino. It's the superwash! Now I won't be able to start my sweater for another month!" Perhaps, though, it's the idea that I'm going to have to start over again. Everything I've established during the last 18 years just won't mean much. It's time to start over, make new friends, develop new interests, and prove myself to a whole new set of people.

This should be interesting.

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Yarnal Desires

RogueNineteen (2:12:13 AM): my carnal desire for yarn
Pythagoras116061 (2:12:19 AM): oooh, carnal
RogueNineteen (2:12:20 AM): would eliminate all other emotions
RogueNineteen (2:12:24 AM): yarnal?

Sunday, December 28, 2008

From Now On

I think that I have not blogged to my full potential. Having read some truly excellent blogs lately, I've been coming up with tons of ideas, and I have decided to try going in a new direction. Instead of just trying to post about projects or the yarns and rovings I've dyed with occasional interjections of (gasp!) real life, I think I'll spend a bit more time discussing exactly how knitting relates to the things I, a 17-year-old "yarn tycoon" (thank you, Valin), do every day.

In the same vein, I present Molly 2009, as inspired by the Knitmore Girls.

But first: Molly 2008. Molly 2008 was generally pretty unhappy, disorganized in certain respects, and unusually forgetful (for me). Molly 2008 focused too much on the things that weren't working out for her and let her stresses get the best of her. In order to remedy the shortcomings of Molly 2008 and become a generally happier human being, Molly 2009 will do the following:

Enjoy my artwork.
I remember there being a point at which I would draw and paint because it was something I loved to do rather than something I knew I loved but wasn't enjoying. I have chosen my AP art concentration, and I will stick with it until pigs fly. That's right, no more caring when people tell me that certain pieces aren't good enough. What I get on the AP doesn't mean anything if I hate working on the pieces because it's hard to really like a piece that you didn't enjoy making.

Take more photos.
The last year has gone strangely undocumented, especially for someone who always used to carry around a camera. Yeah...think that about covers that one.

Spend more time with friends.
'Nuff said.

Read at least one book from "the stack" each month.
When you have a huge stack of books that you bought because you want to read them, it doesn't make much sense that you're too busy to do it because you have too much (school) reading to do. I think I'll start with The Other Boleyn Girl even though my copy has the movie cover, and I hate movie covers.

Find and catalogue every. single. skein. of. yarn.
Because it's a mess. Really, that's all. And my room looks like a yarn shop (not that that's a bad thing!).

Wear colors that make me happy.
Being a colorful sort of person (note the yarn that I dye), I find that wearing colors I like tends to generally brighten my day. More hot pink. More brown. More of the Knit Picks colorway Asparagus (in WoTA) even though they don't make it any more.

More orange juice!

More PJs!


Spend more quality time with my mom before I leave.
Because now that the adjacent room is clean, she likes me better.

Think more productively.
Because for someone who thinks all the time (all the time.), I don't tend to think of anything all that useful. Less thinking about bad stuff.

Lighten up.

Project 365
More about that tomorrow.

Aaaand that's all I've got for now. Questions? Comments? Suggestions?

Edited to add!
Molly 2009 will learn more of the things she wants to learn and teach the things she knows to other people who want to know them. This year I will teach one of my friends basic photo skills (he asked), I will teach someone to knit (if it kills me), and I will tell everyone who asks everything they want to hear about all the "weird" stuff I do (because wool is a "weird" thing to like when you're 17). I will learn intarsia, how to spin on a wheel, and how to cook new and interesting things, especially ones that'll be easy to cook in college kitchens. I will take a class at Penn that's totally impractical but that I know I'll love, and if I can get my hands on a loom, I'll learn to weave. I might even try to learn to sew something that isn't made out of an old t-shirt or jeans. Who knows?

Friday, June 20, 2008

Yarnevangelism

Today I feel compelled to spread the yarn. I want to teach people to knit. I want to teach my friends to knit. I want to teach my friends' friends to knit. I want them to like it.

I want to go hang out in the coffee shop near school and drink tea while knitting. I would like to fill my "Make Tea Not War" tote bag with yarn and look like one of those obnoxious hipster kids who knits tons and tons of garter stitch scarves with Red Heart and then completely surprise everyone by pulling out an intricate sock or sweater made with gorgeous yarn. I want a quiet, relaxed group of tea-drinking young knitters, and I want them to love Peace Fleece before they've even tried it because, hey man, it's called Peace Fleece. It can't be bad.

Sunday, May 4, 2008

I am a bad blogger.

I think about things to blog...then I don't blog them. Remember those yarn shop reviews...ehhh...yeah, maybe when I go back to revisit some schools.

So anyway, a LOT of stuff has happened lately. Last Saturday I started work at Knitting on the Lamb.

I love it. I love it. I love it.

I feel incredibly lucky to have a job doing something I love while my friends are off scooping ice cream or stacking cheesy romance novels with Fabio on the cover (and hiding my stuff while I look through the knitting books...clearly they don't have enough work to do). The people there are also exceptionally cool...and I get to arrange the sock yarn....and there's Schaefer Anne!!!!! I'll be going back on the 24th because I took some time off for APs, so if any of my local knitting buddies would like to drop by, I'd be happy to see you.

Hmm, what else?

Well, Pam at Yarny Goodness approached me asking me to sell my handpainted yarn and stitch markers in her shop, which I will be doing soon! You'll still be able to find my stuff on etsy, and my stitch markers will be available at Knitting on the Lamb. This is very, very exciting. It also means that I may be able to skip getting a second summer job and spend my extra days dyeing yarn and making stitch markers. I'm pretty thrilled.

As for my knitting: I recently finished my mom's first Mothers Day sock, and she's okay with getting the second one a little bit late, so I put that off for a bit in order to cast on my Snicket Socks (oh, go look them up yourself). I also received my yarn from Party 300 in the Teens Knit & Crochet group on Ravelry. Jeanie dyed a beautiful skein of yarn just for me! Her work is beautiful, and I recommend you check it out. Here's the skein she sent me:


The colorway is called Embers II. The photo really doesn't do it justice. It is gorgeous in real life. I'm going to use it for a pair of Bellatrix socks as soon as I get through another substantial chunk of my Jaywalkers (just finished the gusset). I can't wait!

Well, it's 2:08 am, and I have to be up by 10 or so tomorrow to try to get some work done before the Sheep to Shawl Festival (yay!). More on that after I go...maybe...you never know with me, do you?

Hmm...yeah...g'night.