When you live in a building with other people, certain rules apply. When the baby on 1st is having a primal teething howldown at 3am, you seek solace by diving head first into the living room couch and countinue counting zzzzzzzzzzs. Your alpha waves don't even break stride. They're busy making up for the deficit that occured at 12:30am when your gi-tar playin' neighbor on 3 came in from his weekly buddy jam session and has decided to continue the vibe for awhile.
You went to bed at 10:30pm and are now up at 6:30am like a tiny little atomic clock, even though it probably isn't in your own best interests.
TEMPTING, the thought of doing a few loads of laundry (they're always THERE like the smile on the Cheshire Cat, waiting for you when you walk by) because using water in the middle of the night is one of the LOUDEST things you can do. Yeah! Somehow in the trip from the water main in the middle of the street, the jetstream picks up about a thousand wailing surfers and when you open the faucets, aloha, RAVE!
Just flushing the toilet a few times would be karmic payback enough but alas, you know better than most what goes around comes around and you choose instead, to Pick'n'Dust, while listening to Marie Ishad's KnitCast on your iPod. Coming from a family where every second born person inherits the special Pack Rat DNA, you don't stand a chance and those little piles of STUFF grow casually on their own until they are everywhere. You are a Pyramid Piler. No nasty chaotic mess on the floors for you; you, being in denial just stack like-shaped like-materialed things on each other. All over the joint. And it NEEDS to be put AWAY...
Most of it is irrelevant crap but you, in your ever-lovin' pea-pickin' heart just KNOW that maybe, just maybe, it's gonna come in handy LATER...
and HEY, baby, later is TODAY...
Like almost all of my Holiday Deadlined Projects, the Ménage à Doux cardi, slated for a Valentine's Day debut, missed by a mile!
It is almost finished, though, and lays post-pressing on the dining room table. I am tempted to get some cork board, paint it white and mount it on the wall for awhile because I just like LOOKIN' at it.
Sylvia writes: "I have a wool knitted garmet that I need to frog completely....once I do that, what do you do to yarn to be it back in natural state?"
Here's my favorite links that show better pictorially what I missed in my Rippit Saga:
+-- Alison's Excellent Ripping Adventure
+-- Andrade's Ode to Thriftstore Goodness
+-- Ashley, the Neauveau Recycler, who in case you're not ready for all that, sells her *harvested* goodies on eBay (I can't find her ID). I love just reading recycled yarn auctions (yes, I am a loser) - somehow the mental drama of a *Yarn Rescue* is just too good to miss...
What's next for the little Ménage à Doux ()? Thrilling Neckline Decisions!
The best is yet to come, and won't that be fine
You think you've seen the sun, but you ain't seen it shine
Wait till the warm-up is underway
Wait till you see that sunshine day
...read the FixIT notes here
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