Salina and I spent some quality time together this weekend. As in all of the weekend, because I was pretty much a sloth. This grey weather and my life are not helping with my tendancies to want to become one with the futon/sofa/bed. Some kind of zen I tell you is going on, a zen that makes my ass hurt.
Things have been shit at work since my research based/events management work has turned into being someone's personal assistant (which isn't my thing nor the old school way he wants an assistant) with no choice in it for me except to feel incompetent. Excepting that giving up my job is considered a choice... And that combined with the disorganisation, lack of management skills added to the fact that he is new to the organisation... Being polite I'll say it is no fun. I get paid better than before but I have to say I prefer to have less money and be happy in my work than more money and be concerned about the shit that is on my plate now. And the weekend is my exit from that reality (and it stays that way until I can find another out). That and watching Porky Pig in French because serious that shit makes me laugh and not much else has for the past two weeks.
So me and Salina we escaped from all that. And after a productive Saturday am where I managed to get a load of laundry done AND sent packages from the Post Office (oh my god you all have NO IDEA about my ACHIEVEMENT with that one!) I came home and decided to ignore everything else. That includes Helen's Sweater (didn't find a yarn to seam with yet). Some one smack my head HARDif I haven't started on those sleeves by the end of the week!
But Salina, this is supposed to be about Salina. Oh yes, so what does the "I don't want to write the number of hours of weekend knitting while planted on your ass" produce?? Well it gets you through the waist of the front, the increases, the split of the front, and through the lapels of both sides after the split (along with a shit load of your pictures, mostly travel, loaded on Flickr).
Next up is some time facing up on how to short row the shoulders for Salina. This will be the first time and since I have to convert it from the step ladder pattern Rowan prefers it may take some time. And then being that I can make head or tails of it I will JUST DO IT Thank god for Lauren pointing me at these instructions, otherwise I would have no clue and completely have misunderstood the concept let alone the transfer of the pattern. Then again I might still misunderstand and miss the concept- wait and see! Maybe I will buy me something Nike once that part is done :) Goal is to have that done by next weekend. And then decide what I am going to do about the sleeves.
Ahhhh Salina how I love thee and the challenges of what looked like a simple sweater :)
Posted by Stinkerbell at February 26, 2006 08:12 PM | TrackBackPorky Pig in French? That's gotta be good.
Posted by: Chris at March 1, 2006 03:38 PMSalina's on my "I'd like to knit that when I've got through the stash" list.
In the meantime, I'm trying to short-row-shoulder Joy from the same book. Mostly by guesswork and without the helpful article. I'm ignoring the whole thing for the time being, and redesigning the sleeves. Due to lack of yarn issues.
~x~
Posted by: Jane in London at March 6, 2006 12:14 PM