Still coping with insomnia over here, but I have high hopes for a return to normalcy. Soon.
What kind of goal is that?
Actually, not a bad one at all, for someone who has been suffering from excessive excitement. I seem to have finished with my movie-like adventure. Yesterday I had a major breakthrough in my computer work. It is as though someone were trying to learn to knit, and they hadn’t figured out that you are supposed to turn around at the end of the row and go the other way. Chances are, nobody is going to think to tell them that. Fortunately, my mother gave me a clue that allowed me to unravel a whole chunk of the problems.
Forgive the mixed metaphors.
Anyway, once it’s light, I intend to get the cleaning and errands done as early as possible so I can do some sewing today. I also intend to go to #2 son’s gymnastics class, taking my knitting along.
I watched “What Not to Wear” last night, and they were again speaking out against boxy sweaters. I was knitting the Bijoux Blouse, which is so far a big rectangle, and is obviously going to be as boxy as they come. The victim in the program last night said, “I know it’s boxy, but it’s such a nice sweater.” The tormenters — hosts, rather — made faces at her. She was a mom who never bought new clothes, and wore mostly jeans and boxy sweaters. Like me.
It’s all princess seams in the sewing I have planned for today, though.
I may be aspiring to return to my old, normal, mom-type existence, but I am at least attempting to add a modicum of stylishness. Enough for conferences. I can wear my boxy sweaters for the computer work.
The book I am reading, A Pour Way to Die, is quite dull. Not dull enough to cure my insomnia, but too dull for you to want to read it. You would think that a book including a dead body and a couple of doomed romances and stuff would be interesting just because of the events, but Mr. Myers is able to make it all stultifying. I should have been reading him during my adventures, perhaps, rather than Joe Keenan. Joe Keenan is the nearest thing to P.G. Wodehouse writing today, assuming that you are willing to give up the whole harmless British heterosexual aspect of Wodehouse.
Tea. Tea may help. I’ll go put the kettle on.
Okay. I have had some tea. Birds are singing. Any minute now I will leave the computer and go scrub things.
I must first show you this. Go ahead. Click on it. There is some stunning jewelry there. The words are all in Spanish, and the artist has not limited her comments to “Yo soy X,” “Tengo X,” and “Le puedo ayudar?”, so I have no idea what the words say. It’s beautiful stuff, though.
Most of the knitting blogs seem to be sticking with pictures of yarn today. I cannot complain, as I have posted only a picture of a pattern. Still, this fact will make it easier for me to get to my scrubbing.
Enjoy your weekend!
Jeans and boxy sweaters are just fine.
Yes, lovely jewelry! I love the bird photo earrings.
Would I enjoy Wodehouse? Is he… dry? He is popping up everywhere these days. Have you ever watched “Jeeves and Wooster”?
I assume the insomnia is the kind that comes from being unable to stop thinking about all the things you’re trying to do at the same time, and being unable to stop thinking about all the great ideas you haven’t written about yet, and being unable to stop thinking about [vamp till ready]. That’s hard to deal with, but it’s a lot better than being uanble to stop thinking about how boring everything is.
I’m for jeans and boxy sweaters. Add my vote, please.
Wishing you a good night’s sleep……
Darn. I love boxy sweaters. I’m losing weight and am learning what looks better on me – and what doesn’t. A boxy sweater that sits at my hips is just fine (i’m shorter so I need things to stop at my waist – otherwise I look SHORTER). I, too, have been suffering from insomnia – but I can’t put a finger on the reason why. The doctor gave me Valium for my dizziness issue – and it says “may cause drowsiness.” So I took one before bed Thursday night. Needless to say, I was completely worthless on Friday. It knocked me down (I don’t normally take medication, but I was DESPERATE for a good night’s sleep). The bummer? I didn’t feel rested after I got up. Sheesh.
I enjoy those British What Not To Wear ladies, but I’m always afraid of what they’d say to me. But the simple truth is, when you’re doing household chores and running children around and trying to fit in some craft time, do you really need those pointy shoes?
if i listened to everything that tells folks how or what things are suppose to be, i’m sure i would have either killed someone by now, killed myself by now or would be one of those people you see walking the streets talking to themselves. Hooray for boxy if boxy is what you like. Oh yes, i can see my self lounging around or walking through the woods, or just riding in the car with a nice, form fitting sweater on, that rides up when i move, or scooches over and places a well-intentioned seam along the center of my breast (by accident) or really is ‘formfitting’ in that when i sit, it ALSO gets a little roll around my belly. Boy… that sounds comfy!
give me boxy for comfort…. my best loved sweaters are the ones that i FEEL good in.