July, July!*

It’s amazing what a week of sleep and blobbing can do. And being sent home. And taking the hint. And relaxing. My natural propensity towards the nocturnal has also recalibrated itself. This is going to make rejoining the workforce properly interesting, because it’s also July. The Ashes started last night. And there’s Le Tour (which I’m about extol. Again), and next week, The Open. I mean, look at this video. Look at the passion, and the pride. This is why I love golf. And when golf comes home to St Andrews… that’s always very special.

But while July late nights of sport mean I’m not too anguished about being unable to do anything, I’m not coughing up furballs all that often. I was able to take a full, deep breath yesterday for the first time in about 5 weeks. I have managed to get through the last 2 days without several naps and have actually managed to be productive. Things are starting to look up. Even sitting here with my heater, hot water bottle, quilt and tea while it snows on the hills opposite makes me smile. I’m not sore all the time. It’s a relief.

Of course, I have had some distractions. I’m not going to lie. I’ve been watching the second season of Marvel’s Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. again. And there has been the League of Legends Champions Series Summer Split (yes, I watch LoL – have you seen these guys? I even have favourite teams). And my beloved Le Tour de France.

Having Le Tour on has made me insanely happy. I’ve missed it. I was up all night watching the cobblestone stage, and I can’t wait for the mountains again. Tourmalet and Alpe d’Huez this year. Hooray!

Of course, with Le Tour, there must be the KAL (knit along). After my pity party for one last week, I decided I really wanted to knit something for me – and I had just picked up this beautiful skein of Fyberspates Vivacious sock yarn in a colour called Pebble Beach. No photograph does it justice. But it had to come with me. It’s friend Verdigris nearly did too, but I was restrained. Anyway, Pebble Beach has been calling to me, and since I wanted something for me, and it was Le Tour. I answered her call. And she was going to be socks.

No photo will ever do this colourway justice.
No photo will ever do this colourway justice.

Then came the question. Which pattern?! I went through all my sock books and ravelry, and then had a good look at my yarn cake. There was only one pattern that could so this justice. Back in 2008 when I first learnt how to knit socks, I rewrote a pattern of a sock I really liked to knit it from the toe-up, and then I attempted to knit it. Surprisingly, the mod worked, and it has become my old faithful. It looks good in semi-solids, variegated and solid yarns. And it was made for this colourway.

So on I cast during the Prologue, and I finished the first sock last night during Greg Lamond’s recap of the cobblestones. It really is just so pretty. It also helps having something where you can actually see your progress. And because it’s the TdF (and I really want another pair of socks), there’s no worry of Second Sock Syndrome (SSS) here. I may even get something else finished out of this year’s TdF. Who knows?

One sock down, one to go
One sock down, one to go

But for now, I need one more nap, as I dream of venturing out in weather warmer than this. See you next time.

*Because I’m in a The Decemberists Mood.

Fighting the good fight.

So, I’ve been quiet. It’s not for a lack of trying. I’ve lost count of how many hours I’ve spent looking at a blank post screen in recent weeks before retreating to my bed and hiding under the blankets in despair. No-guilt blogging is a good thing. Isolating yourself is not.

So, the black dog is back and having a wonderful time. Me? Still waiting to be gainfully employed and getting absolutely stressed beyond belief for the lack of it. And yet, I have this week to look forward to, and I have been for months:

This week has Dr Who day, and Australians, and KAN. It will also hopefully have notification on whether I’ve a job or not. Really, these last two months have just reminded me of how shocking the recruiters in this country can be. And, being in the capital in the lead up to the elections… yeah, good luck with any sort of job there. But anyway. I took a gamble with the unicorn, and I lost. I’m dealing with it, but will be so much happier when I can be able to pay the rent without panicking. (Anybody interested in hiring a highly qualified problem solver with strong listening and leadership skills, good sense of humour, thinks outside the box, likes a challenge? Anybody? Just thought I’d ask).

But enough of that.

Like I said, it’s KAN next weekend. And apart from the fact that I’m not going to be able to buy any smooshiness (I’m trying hard not to think about this), I will have lots of stripes to knit while I’m there. I was toying with taking a KAN project, but, I have these all on deadline duty:

An Alberta by Jared Flood, Ravello by Isabelle Kraemer in Knitsch Pencarrow, Hepburn and Trinket, and a stripey baby blanket inspired by a pin I forgot to add to my board (grrrr), knitted in Cleckheaton cotton 4 ply and Happy Go Knitty 4ply cotton in Sunflower and Navy. I will also be learning how to crochet (finally!) and about colourwork (exciting).

I’ve also done my fair share of NZIFF films this year (prebooking everything has been a blessing). 20,000 Days on Earth (incredible editing, really interesting content), Diplomatie (an amazing adaption from stage to screen with some inspiring actors), The Tale of Princess Kaguya (Studio Ghibli at its haunting best), and the critically acclaimed and rather polarising Snowpiercer (I think the Koreans and Scandinavians share an interesting vision of humanity at the point of extinction – I put this film in the same basket and von Trier’s Melancholia).

But all in all, I’m climbing the wall. I’m knitting, yes, reading too, working on websites, and just waiting now. I’ve done all that I can, and while I am generally a patient person, there is a tinge of helplessness lurking at the moment. Still, it is a week of very dear friends next week. Dear friends, ninja sheep, and adventures. Talking geek, knitting, and escaping from my blanket fort for a while seems like a good idea.

There may even be photos…

“And years from now when this old light isn’t ambling anymore…”

My beautiful old pup.
My beautiful old pup.

I went home to the Bay for the week last week. I needed to escape my life here in the city for a while. I didn’t manage to escape it completely, but the break was good. It was warm. I managed a good amount of time in the sun, on the swing seat, at the beach, and the river bar. I loved my puppy old dame and scratched behind her ears. I let her doze on me, and was greeted with joy on the mornings that she had forgotten that I was home overnight. And I ate, and read, and slept, cooked, watched sport, helped the parentals, drove, and knitted. And knitted. And knitted. And it was absolutely glorious.

Sunset at the Whakatane River Bar
Sunset at the Whakatane River Bar
Low tide at Ohope Beach
Low tide at Ohope Beach

I’m trying to get all my little wips out the way so that I can send presents off/finish my bigger projects/do something about that stash of mine which is calling to be used. I finished off a pretty little thing in Zealana Air (which actually is all that, and more), and reacquainted myself with some Fyperspates Vivacious 4ply and cables. (I love cables. I’d forgotten how much). I whipped up the first mitt in a day, but number two suffered from a serious bout of helping dad update his classics teaching resources, and spring cleaning his new office.

A very Pretty Thing
A very Pretty Thing
A smooshy, cable-y thing
A smooshy, cable-y thing

It’s always good to go home, relax and just be. Something I didn’t do often enough last year, and something I will rectify this time.

On a techie front, I’ve been playing with some blog/website building, both here on WordPress.com, and on the WordPress.org platform. So much fun. Just waiting for the one to go live, and getting the keys to the other two – one to build, and one to do some updating. Exciting. I’ll let you know how the look and where when they’re live.

Dad's new digs
Dad’s new digs

So I have been a busy little bee. I’ve been social, and active, and all that jazz. It has been good. The plotting to better things faced it’s first test today, and I will get some feedback soon, I hope. So onwards and upwards.

There will be more to talk about in the knitting and reading front. And maybe even some more on the yoga and freediving… I’m just about finished a book on the Crimean war, and it’s been really thought-provoking so far. Horrific, but thought-provoking. Kicking into gear for our winter champs here too.

But to leave you with a little something from the depth nationals. One very talented photographer and freediver from the Auckland Freediving Club put this amazing piece together for us. Enjoy.

NZ Freediving Depth Nationals 2014 from Auckland Freediving Club on Vimeo.

Until next time, you crazy people.

“I sought a theme and sought for it in vain, I sought it daily for six weeks or so.”

This yarn I am knitting with… There are no words for how much I am simply adoring it at the moment. I can’t wait to wear it. With all the cricket on tv I’ve managed to power through one sleeve and should get a good way through the other this evening. I’ve ordered an extra ball in a charcoal for stripes on the waist and sleeves in case I run out of my Boheme (I have long arms and a long waist – this could happen). I’m also squishing the Moggy & Me baby alpacky blanket I’ve been knitting for me for an age now and thinking about when I cast it on. I have said before (and many will back me up on this) that things start to change about 6 months before one turns thirty, and then continues with upheaval/epiphanies/resolutions/etc for about 6 months after. Seriously. If you don’t believe me, have a very careful look at the months surrounding a Significant Birthday and tell me I’m wrong.

My six months in either direction saw a great deal of introspection, adventure, and change. And then it all came to a screeching halt and reversed. Now, I’m not going to grumble about that. Yes I am going to grumble about that. Only a bit though. The set backs and reverse have taught me a great many things about myself that I either really didn’t want to know about/pay attention to and showed me that slowing down and being more considered isn’t the end of the world. I’ve quit going backwards and now just appear to be treading water.

It actually feels quite odd. For the first time, I don’t have something major planned for this year (yet). Everything looks good. I haven’t overly broken myself before my half marathon. (I may have broken myself before my ocean swim. Common sense says I’ll be skipping it again this year. This upsets me, but I understand that my shoulder still has a very long way to go).

Saturday was a good day for a paddle around the fountain.
Last Saturday was a good day for a paddle around the fountain.

I had a really lovely discussion with the gorgeous Jules last weekend about this sort of finding who you are at 30 thing. And who we want to be and what we want to do. And how (and this is maybe just something of a female thing) we find ourselves wanting to – and being comfortable in – our own skins. The media, religion, and society have a lot to answer for, but to only feel that you can really comfortably do that without the world judging you when you are no longer in your 20’s, (or Luna Lovegood. I adore that character) is a sad indictment on us all. I’m sure there will be many who disagree with me on this, but those in my social circle of both genders seem to all be on this same wavelength with this. So we’ll leave it at that, shall we?

But anyway, back to this whole finding yourself thing and being comfortable with you. It’s difficult to not bow to peer pressure in some things we do, but she posed the question of why we do things we do. Is it out of passion or a feeling of obligation. How you frame yourself in the scenario dictates how things will act out. (This is a major paraphrase, but I hope she will forgive me that).

But I’ve been thinking about that talk in the context of what we were discussion, and in all that I like to dabble with.

Knitting is an absolute passion of mine. Creation of something with my own to hands. Construction. Building. The joy of creating tactile art – because all knitting is art. Every item is individual, and has a piece of its maker in it. I absolutely adore that about knitting. And this is why I want to learn to crochet as well. Another way to build a better mousetrap. The thought makes me exceedingly happy.

Food is another. And I am afraid I really don’t dabble enough with it. I can talk food, baking, cooking, flavours, methods, etc, until the cows come home, but this year I should really do more than just talk. I love pottering around the kitchen. (Plato, Plotinus and Tolkien would have much to say about me and subcreationism).

Books. Again. I love books. Books make me happy. The only thing about books is I can’t read and knit at the same time. (Audio books really don’t work either).

Water. I am so very, very happy in water. Within sight of water. Within breathing distance of salt air. Sea water cures everything. All stresses. All worries. Carried off with the waves, if only for a short while, then so be it, but during that time you are utterly free. I love swimming, and a really love freediving. But I am not, nor do I intend to be, a competitive freediver. Like all other Type A personalities, I want to push myself. I want to test my limits. I want to see how far I can go. But that’s not why I started this sport. I did it because I love being underwater. The grace of a skillful execution of a stroke and the glide that follows. The serenity of flying. The discipline of training yourself mentally and physically. Of having fun. I do it to work on my technique (something that has seriously suffered since July last year. Need to take the opportunity and mindset to start from scratch. I’ve been too lazy). I do it to be the best that I could be. And so that when I go visit all these places I want to dive, I can do so, and enjoy every single second of it.

From the cafe at they pool where we train. Love it.
From the cafe at they pool where we train. Love it.

Walking. Walking brings a different type of freedom to water. When you hit the zone, everything goes. And it’s exhilarating. You see so much more when you walk. Probably because you have the time to actually see when you are walking as opposed to in some form of vehicle. I lie about big plans. I’m now seriously considering the Camino again. We’ll see. It could just happen. Walking is about introspection as well as the journey you are taking. It’s about awareness and empathy. A good walk is like a good swim – you can finish both with a sense of release and contentment.

Somewhere in Northern Galicia.
Somewhere in Northern Galicia. The road goes ever on and on.

Along with the whole looking after myself this year, and I think there’s going to be a great deal of questioning. Why do I do this. Is it for the right reasons? sort of questions. I don’t do anything I don’t want to do, it’s just whether my choices are healthy. And what I’m doing and what I’ve currently got… I think they are. This makes me happy.

On the silkroad

It has been such a slow week. Or it feels slow. And the shock of not being barefoot and outside is playing havoc with my head. You know how when you’ve spent a good deal of time outside and in fresh air, your nose takes a hit when you re-enter the world of air conditioning? Yeah. That. Sniffles and headaches are being dealt to by copious amounts of hot tea.

And knitting. I have craved something plain (I have a couple of complex pieces in 4 ply going on, and I’ve had this in my queue for about 3 and a half years now). I’m just going to conveniently forget I have a serious case of second sleeve syndrome going on (I’ll finish that later this year), and have cast on a lovely simple three-quarter sleeve raglan top. I bought some Linen from La Droguerie when I was in Paris with this top in mind, but I am about 200m short. Ouch. Never mind, I have something else for that yarn then. But I was a little upset. What could I use. I cast my eye over my stash boxes, and they came to rest on something I’ve been keeping for a long time now.

I bought some beautiful Jo Sharp Silkroad DK Tweed in Boheme from the Woolshed in Manuka (The Aussie one, not Auckland) in 2008 in anticipation of knitting a scarf for my PhD supervisor when I finished. Of course, that is all moot now, and I’ve had this lovely stuff languishing quietly along with some beautiful Rowan Felted Tweed for too long now. So I cast on with it – and you know what – I’ve missed knitting with Jo Sharp yarn. I’d forgotten the loft and stitch definition. Her pure DK yarn was also a delight to knit with, so I’m really excited about this pullover. And tweed make me happy too.

Jo Sharp Tweed, Knitsch, and Vintage Purls, oh my!
Jo Sharp Tweed, Knitsch, and Vintage Purls, oh my!

The Knitsch is for Roses, and the Vintage Purls (Buttercup) is for some Deco Lilies from the latest Knitsch sock club. (I’m toying with 12 pairs of socks in 12 months, but somehow I don’t think that’s very possible this year). The problem is: which sock pattern first? I still have Molly & Hector and Odette’s mitts to finish first. And another pair of Thuja’s to knock off the needles. But… you know?

My pinterest board has me itching for the needles more often than not now, and I aim to harness that pull. Knitting was something that I lost pleasure for last year, and I’m happy to have it back. I just need to balance my reading time with my stash time. Of course, now that Holland Road Yarn Company is going to be opening a store in the middle of the city (Hooray! Happiness abounds), there’s no reason I can’t slip off and do a spot of knitting stash acquisition during lunchtimes. Is there?

It’s good to be knitting something for me and enjoying it. I look forward to showing you my finished sweater when it is done. But right now, another cuppa tea and some yarn smooshing and reading is in order.

#401

It comes to my attention that I posted blog number #400 whilst musing what to submit to talk about at NDF2013 (I submitted proposals on both, btw).

What a ride it’s been. Knitting, the woes of the thesis, people met and places gone. Here’s to at least another 600 more posts!

So I’m still fighting the black dog. It is utterly exhausting. But the meds appear to be helping, I’m seeing a psychologist and that is making a world of difference. I’m exercising and I’m learning to breathe properly. And I’m getting there: inch by inch. There are some things I just really can’t hack yet, and that’s going to take some time to get back to normal there, but it’s all a work in progress. But then, we’re always works in progress.

The days aren’t seeming too bleak, but there are (and will be) still times when facing the world is physically painful and nothing but grim determination will get you through. I look forward to the day I wake up and that’s no longer the case. I say all this because it frustrates me how many people out there suffer in silence. Men more so than women, but it really is a taboo subject still. Depression is part of who I am. It has been for years. It will never truly leave me, but I can and will master it. And if I can talk openly about working through depression and give somebody else a ray of light or encouragement, then I will continue to do so and champion those who do the same. Wear your achievements like a badge of honour. Of course, do as I say, not as I do at the moment. I can at least acknowledge my mini triumphs to myself, but it is a start. Baby steps and all.

But as for achievements and badges of honour, it is my most favourite-ist of times of the year. Yes, there is the Ashes, but(!) the 100th Tour de France starts tomorrow in Corsica. And that can only mean one thing: The TdF Knit-A-Long (TdFKAL2013). And, let’s face it, I’m bouncing off the walls because of this. It’s my 5th tour, and I’m going to be tackling the maillot à pois rouges again. (My favourite jersey). Last year, I completed an entire(!) pullover during Le Tour, this year, I figured I should finish one I’ve had on the needles for over 2 years now. It’s embarrassing, really. So I’ll be cheering on Cuddles, Gilbert and Teejay for Team BMC. And not helping my insomnia by staying up to all hours of the night and morning listening to Phil and Paul, and sighing over the French countryside (Mont Ventoux! Mont-Saint-Michel!! Alpe-d’Huez!!!) Oh, and there will be cricket on too, but I write off July every year anyway because of this insanity, so that’s fine.

But I’m not going to see the whole tour. You see, I’m going to cross something else off my bucketlist. I’m going to go over here for a week to do some yoga, swim with some turtles, hold my breath underwater, and enjoy the sunshine. Just the thought of swimming with fish and turtles again is calm-inducing (I had a fantastic time in New Caledonia earlier this year with sharks, turtles, pufferfish and snakes – I may be hooked.)

So I’m enjoying the slightly manic “up” while it’s here. I still feel like this is all one giant game of jenga – and it probably is – but I will finish my slab of chocolate, keep abreast of the incredible dives happening in Belgrade at the AIDA Individual Indoor World Champs – 3 world records and dozens of national records have been broken with a finals of the last discipline tomorrow. All just incredible. And then I’m going to knit some more and enjoy my first weekend of relative sanity (I hope) in a very long time.

I’ll see you all with knitting progress and crazy sports talk. Apologies if you are not a fan of either. There will be other stuff here and there too.

Breathing easier…

It’s been in the sort-of pipeline for months, but seeing as I put pen to paper today, I can now happily say I have a job when I finish up the maternity cover contract with my current employer next week. I have my very own project to occupy me for at least the next three months starting in February. It’s no secret that I love problem solving, and trying to build a better mousetrap (as it were) – leaving things better than they found them. This is one big Rubik’s cube from what I can glean from the outside. I should probably be more overjoyed that I am. That may come in time. But it’s a significant chunk of work, and a couple of months of pretty severe stress trying to find work means there is nothing but relief at the moment. So things are about to get a different type of hectic. I’m going back into change and project management – getting into the guts of the matter – with I’m gleeful about (I’ve been on relative BAU for the last month or so. It turns out me and BAU… not so much. Again, no surprises there).

This is possibly why I’m currently surrounded by wips at the moment. Lots of squishy yarn comprising cables, Oods, and lace. I’m project hopping (doesn’t make for significant progress, I can tell you). I think I’m going to concentrate on finishing my Strider, as it’s been on the needles the longest. I’m 8 rows away from the smaller size, but I have more than enough to do the full 4 repeats – so that’s going to happen. Then, Oods and the second sleeve of the Old Port, so that I can start another jumper for me guilt free. And all the while, my pi blanket (baby alpaca – so very light) keeps growing round by round, inch by inch. I’ve started the 92 row section, and I’m only on my 2nd skein of alpacky. It’s also taking 10 minutes a round. Tough going.

While I’m contentedly knitting through my wips, and enjoying the ability to finally breathe, I’m taking stock on some things being put into play in the next few months. Some have been in planning since November, others I’ve been pondering for the last few weeks. All will be revealed, as and when it’s worth telling. Once thing I will say is not going to the gym (yoga/pilates/swimming) is making me feel blah and unfit. I can see me having to start from scratch again. But since my new workplace is on the doorstep of my gym, I’m gleefully looking forward to a couple of lunchtime swims and a few weight sessions now and then because I can, and it’s right there.

What’s even better – I can justify a detour along the waterfront to work soon – something that I have missed since living in the CBD and working at the railway station. It was with a real pang of regret that I realised I wouldn’t be doing that walk when I moved to Thorndon. But now… the tables (and tides) have turned, and I can go be windswept in the morning. This makes me happy.

So new beginnings1, and I’m hoping to one day soon wake up and be stoked (as I should be), rather than emotionally exhausted from all the uncertainty (as I currently am). At least, now that I know why I’ve been feeling as I have, I can work on it.2 And get back on the goals bandwagon. There are things I’m going to achieve this year. January has been a holding pattern for me. February is when it all begins.

But for now, there’s a little tennis in the background (Djokovic is currenting pawning Ferrer in the 1st semi-final), and I’ve got a pattern repeat to finish. In Malabrigo Worsted Verde. Mmmmmmm. Malabrigo. So smooshy.

1Sorry. Disney earworm.
2Speaking of fixing things, and the Black Dog which has seemingly been haunting me with all of this: Check out Live More Awesome – it’s a brilliant approach and attitude towards depression, and that waterslide looks amazing. I’d love to give it a go.

Tea and knitting in bed

I can’t remember the last time I woke up early on a Saturday, made a cup of tea, and went back to bed. It is miserable outside – and I will be venturing out to see people and places and do things later – but for now, I have a pair of Ood socks to test knit and a bucket list revision to organise.

Ahead of my accepted challenged of busting my stash before acquiring any more (or see how long I last before I fold), I snaffled some last-minute yarn for projects that have been queued but yarnless. (Gift yarn can still be accepted, but goes into new stash, not to be touched until old stash is finished/I have broken). Now that is done, and I’m also pondering creating a 4ply version of leftovers, or starting a Beekeeper’s Quilt. I will admit – I’m honestly looking forward to this challenge. This also means I need to finish several projects that have been languishing half-finished in my project basket, especially my Old Port (I may make this my finish-before-the-new-year project), and then working through my Ravelry queue of big pieces, and small pieces. And possibly even attempting the 12 pairs of socks in 12 months challenge again (especially now that I see the value of the 2 socks on a circ. Brilliant!)

But it is November, and we of the Scorpios are celebrating the festival of us. Some more than others, but I do need to acknowledge that I will be of an age that ends in a “0” in this next week. And that this 30th year that I have had so far has been fantastic. I set out to make it an awesome year, and to this point, it has been all that. I’m currently sorting photos from my trip to Spain and France with James, and wow, it really was fantastic.

So now I need to think about what I want to do for this next year. What do I want to aim to achieve. Where do I want to go. How do I want to experience things? I have met some amazing people this year, and done some really fun things. Like jumping off the pier in Day’s Bay. Doing the canyon swing in Taupo. Walking a fast half marathon in Wellington. Pinching a cute Dutch photographer’s butt in Nice (and still not getting that autograph). But the Round the Bays is open again, and I find myself tempted. Just like I have to admit, I’d love to walk the Camino again, but this time starting the Camino Frances in St Jean Pied de Port and climbing the Pyrenees to Roncesvalles. It won’t be next year. It may be 2014. Qui sait? Still, I have plenty to do and see here – I just need to think about what I do want to do.

But it is November: there is cricket to watch. People to celebrate. Sunny weather to look forward to. Fun to be had.

And I really need to spring clean.

A conversation, a question, and a challenge…

I was asked, over the weekend, how long it would take me to knit my whole stash as it currently stands – both my hoards here and in the Bay – without adding to it. Of course, I needed clarification on some points such as, expected frequency of knitting, etc, etc… and I came to a guesstimate of about 3 years. Maybe slightly more, maybe slightly less. And then the thought of not buying any yarn for the next three years sent me into a slightly panic before I acknowledged the fact that the sun would sooner rise in the west than I not buy yarn for an extended period of time.

Yet. I’m still pondering this. How much yarn do I have, and how long would it last me without my adding to its already full-to-bursting coffers here in the Capital? As I was explaining, 99% of my yarn is project yarn. i.e. bought with a particular pattern in mind. Admittedly, there is a lag of some years in some of those patterns, and I can think of 3 or 5 skeins in the Bay that I could actually de-stash without any guilt. I may just do that too…

SO what of it? A challenge it certainly is, and there are several things in queue that do need to be knit. (Admittedly I really should be finishing things on the needles first).

I am considering making this my next long term goal. And seeing how it takes before I cannot take any more. I’m proposing starting on the 8th of November (it gives me some time to really reconcile myself to this madness), and seeing how before I break.

What do you all think of this?

Ravthlete 2012

Having finished my maillot jaune for Le Tour in a record 20 days for me, I turned my attention to the Ravelympic Ravellenic Games. I entered 3 events. And I have medals for 3 events. Hooray!

My lovely Bandana Cowl:

So smooshy!

My finally(!) finished Kells sock from Janel Laidman’s Sock club (aka Skellig, were finally wrestled into submission. 2 years later:

w00t! more socks! *Cashmere* merino socks. So lovely.

My glorious Vivian will rise again, but not in this incarnation. It took a disturbingly short amount of time to frog her. Less than 5 minutes, in fact.

The body, and one full sleeve…
All yarn-caked and thinking about what it wants to be.

So, 4 KAL objectives reached in the last 6 weeks. And a couple of booties have been done in-between patterns. I know I should get the second Old Port sleeve done, but I’m already looking ahead. What’s next?! If I take plain vanilla socks with me (which is entirely likely) – which yarn should I take? Some VP, or maybe Needlefood? (Pukeko is nudging me), or some of my Knitsch… I have some Odelay (or do I save that for Harvest 2012?), or Idris, or the Dark Side, or Pencarrow, or… I’m going to have to have a good long ponder over my sock stash (yes, I know, sock yarn isn’t stash, but for the sake of this, it is), and see what calls to me. Decisions, decisions…

And now I go into travel planning mode. Crossing t’s dotting i’s. Trying to anticipate all those things I could forget in the next 2 weeks.

I know I’m missing something…. but what is it?!

I leave you with this lovely photo I took from Queen’s Wharf, Petone yesterday. It was a stunning, stunning day. A highlight of a lovely weekend even.

The fish are being very helpful, holding rods in place on a lovely Saturday afternoon.