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Nov. 13th, 2015 02:38 pmI did a stupid thing today. I decided due to reasons and customer phone calls earlier in the week that I would go over and explore the other other other LYS (Local Yarn Shoppe) and see what they had so I could at least speak intelligently about it (they did not have the thing that provoked this, wool embroidery/tapestry yarn, alas) and send people there if need be. They turn out to be exactly as small as I'd vaguely remembered earlier, fannish but so far only in the way of Big Fandoms That Are Way More Prone To Obsessive-Abusive-Aggressive Fans, and not possessed of much in the way of anything but yarn and a small wall of notions (and needles?) and apparently a regular Doctor Who night. I laughed. But I also got down the main lines of yarn they carry, I'm going to have to go back there and just take pictures or something. And then I came away with this urge to spend a few hundred dollars there just buying freaking yarn to knit up some more. Self, don't you have enough yarn? And projects? Stop that.
(I might actually go back there and check the prices of their superwash merinos, of which they have more choice than we do, after I get some of my current projects off needles. Because the boy can't be trusted not to throw his shit in the washer. But that's later.)
And in the category of But I Was Having Such A Good Day, oh god, Paris. I have no idea at the time of this writing who's claiming responsibility for explosions, shootings, and hostages in Paris, but poor, poor Paris. The death toll just jumped as I wrote this. It's horrific. I think I've even been to some of those places, although I bet all the restaurants and so on have changed by now, it's been around twenty years.
Everything else I could report seems tame by comparison. Bat-Cat and, well, just Cassius this morning, but they continue to be awfully interested in the inside of the house. I'm tempted to pick one of them up and just carry them in like I meant to do with Little Bit, carry them in through to the utility room and plop them down. It's warmer there, and there's a cat flap on the outside of the house that goes under and through to the utility room so they can shelter. Might as well teach at least Cassius it's there, I know Bat-Cat knows it is.
Knitting continues apace. I'm swatching for the sweater, same yarn, different colorway, a ball I had left over from something and since it's a yarn we carry, I may as well make swatch for future reference. Finished a second set of those adorable tiny mitts, starting on a third, an owl in purple and white. The shawl of stellar doom is still on needles too, I haven't even gotten to the last chart yet. Bit by bit, project by project. I've been reminded that the Heartskull hat is a thing that exists. That may have to happen as soon as I'm finished with mitts, which will probably be the most soonest thing I finish. XD (I'm planning on six pairs but might stop sooner.)
And writing continues apace, though I don't have much to say about that. I'm enjoying being semi on top of things for once. I say semi because there's a list of small fiddly things on my Habitica that I need to clear off pretty soonish, but that can wait till the weekend.
... and on that last update that I got from the news coming out of Paris I'm getting the fuck off the internet for a while.
(I might actually go back there and check the prices of their superwash merinos, of which they have more choice than we do, after I get some of my current projects off needles. Because the boy can't be trusted not to throw his shit in the washer. But that's later.)
And in the category of But I Was Having Such A Good Day, oh god, Paris. I have no idea at the time of this writing who's claiming responsibility for explosions, shootings, and hostages in Paris, but poor, poor Paris. The death toll just jumped as I wrote this. It's horrific. I think I've even been to some of those places, although I bet all the restaurants and so on have changed by now, it's been around twenty years.
Everything else I could report seems tame by comparison. Bat-Cat and, well, just Cassius this morning, but they continue to be awfully interested in the inside of the house. I'm tempted to pick one of them up and just carry them in like I meant to do with Little Bit, carry them in through to the utility room and plop them down. It's warmer there, and there's a cat flap on the outside of the house that goes under and through to the utility room so they can shelter. Might as well teach at least Cassius it's there, I know Bat-Cat knows it is.
Knitting continues apace. I'm swatching for the sweater, same yarn, different colorway, a ball I had left over from something and since it's a yarn we carry, I may as well make swatch for future reference. Finished a second set of those adorable tiny mitts, starting on a third, an owl in purple and white. The shawl of stellar doom is still on needles too, I haven't even gotten to the last chart yet. Bit by bit, project by project. I've been reminded that the Heartskull hat is a thing that exists. That may have to happen as soon as I'm finished with mitts, which will probably be the most soonest thing I finish. XD (I'm planning on six pairs but might stop sooner.)
And writing continues apace, though I don't have much to say about that. I'm enjoying being semi on top of things for once. I say semi because there's a list of small fiddly things on my Habitica that I need to clear off pretty soonish, but that can wait till the weekend.
... and on that last update that I got from the news coming out of Paris I'm getting the fuck off the internet for a while.