Would you look at that? Actually knitting something that isn’t a sample, a sock, or ridiculous. I’ve made up a little pattern for a cowl-necked pullover – knitting in tandem with the fantastic Feministy – each of our sweaters are different, but the idea is similar. It’s great to bounce ideas and techniques off of another knitter with similar goals.

The sweater is being knit with Madeline Tosh Worsted in the Brother’s Grimm colorway, a deep, brooding black with splashes of forest green throughout. To avoid any ugly pooling I’m rotating between three skeins of yarn, adding a new skein in halfway through the skein before it. Willy nilly, natch.
With any luck the sweater will be finished by the end of next week. I’m completely obsessed with it, it’s all I want to do. This feeling has been something I’ve missed over the last year, the will to knit is finally returning now that I care about what I’m producing.
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In addition to really, actually, legitimately knitting something for myself, I’ve started to read for pleasure again. I long for this during the semester; I read so much for ‘business’ that the thought of reading something quick, easy and pointless seems like a chore in itself. So, to deal with this I’ve given myself over to the Sookie Stackhouse phenomenon. Charlaine Harris, I rue the day.
I’m almost done with the first book of the brain-candy-obsessive-want-to-stay-up-all-night-reading series, Dead Until Dark. Thoughts so far? The voice of the heroine, Sookie, annoys the piss out of me; Bill is very dull, almost in a sexy way but it borders on “gross, this is like reading about a sexy relative,” somehow. Beyond those minor complaints the simple narrative is easy on my mind, and I can’t put the books down. I don’t know why. I wish I knew, but I don’t. I’m perfectly happy to continue reading these, though I do wish I had a kindle.