This morning started off, the same as all mornings. Start coffee, watch TV, yadda yadda, yadda. Before coming to my blog, I did schoolwork. (I should mention here, that yesterday, I got my student ID card. Yup! Now, I too, can enjoy the MANY discount benefits of being a student. Too bad I did not get it, a wee bit earlier. JoAnn's was having a sale, where if you presented a student ID, you got extra savings. Oh! When I think of all the Yarn, that could have been purchased...)
Last night, and this morning,  I finished up all of the discussion posts, that are due tonight. Let me tell you...My family JUST does not get the concept, that I am a student, again. There I was, on the computer, trying to focus on school. And, my mother decides that she simply MUST talk to me. So she goes off, on a rant. I simply look at her, and I point at the computer. I speak one word. "School." I did not say it rudely. I simply muttered the word, in a tone that suggested that I needed to have some quiet time. I needed to focus. But, did that matter? No, no! I am sure you will remember me writing about the looks my mother would give, when I told her I was writing in my blog, and she wanted to talk up a storm, with me. Well, last night, I got that SAME look again. It was a look, that made me feel like a complete Jack-Ass. And the sad part is, I shouldn't have to feel that way, when I am doing school work. I mean, here I am, trying to get an education, that will allow me to get a great job, and I am subject to getting glares, that make me feel like total CRAP! How is that even right?
Oh! I wish I could understand.
The whole lack of support thing, when it comes to The Yarn Project...I get that. I mean, it still sucks. But, at least I understand. My family isn't big on yarn, and so they don't understand my obsession with it. Fine. But, school? I mean, really? My sweetie has actually demanded the computer, as I am doing schoolwork. (Farmville!) My mother wants to converse, EVERY single time, I get involved in reading a chapter, or start writing a response to a discussion. (My sweetie also likes to yammer on, when I am doing my school stuff.) I am NEVER asked how I am doing, with my schooling. And, when I try to talk about it, my sweetie will talk about the Moose, or I will be completely ignored. Now, to be fair...I do get rides to the library, so that I can do assignments. But, to me...that just isn't enough. I see the way my mom gets SO FRIGGIN EXCITED, about the way my youngest niece got accepted to her DREAM University. Granted, this is big news, and even I am proud. But, what am I? Chopped FRIGGIN liver. My other niece graduated college, last year. And, my mother ALWAYS talked about how proud she was, of her going to school. I wish I could say I had moved past it. I know it sounds completely immature. But, I can't help it. Shouldn't I get SOME credit, for going back to school? Shouldn't I get the whole "I am proud of you" spill, now and then? Instead, I get the "it's about time" spill. I get the "don't screw this up" spill. I get the "anybody can do well, for the first few weeks" spill.  And, I get the "this is your last chance" spill. Boy...Talk about great pep-talks. I know it is completely RIDICULOUS. But, I just want some of the attention. I know...TOTALLY lame, right? I was the reason I chose to go to school. So, it should only be my opinion, that matters.
Ok...Moving on.
FALL-FREE still. This is FRIGGIN fantastic news! I feel so great, over not falling, for SO long. It used to be that, if I went more than a few days without falling, I would begin to anticipate taking a tumble. 'Yup! You have gone THREE WHOLE DAYS, without taking a tumble. Chances are, you will hit the ground, TODAY!' This was the way I used to think. Now, I am TOTALLY confident, in myself. I don't anticipate falling down, anymore. This is an AWESOME feeling! It is so freeing, to not have to worry, about when you are going to fall, and how much it will hurt. And, I find that I want to walk MORE! Without the fear of falling, I want to take longer walks. It is COMPLETELY wonderful!
In the yarn category...
Well, I should start by saying that my copy of Loom Knitting Primer, is looking pretty ragged these days. I have tried my hardest, to keep it, from looking as bad as my copy of I Taught Myself Crochet. But, I have failed. The pages are curling. The spine has come loose, and the cover is creased, and folded. What can I say? When you use a book, EVERY SINGLE DAY, for 8 months...Well, if your name is Michael Leach, that book is bound to look rather BEAT UP, when you are through with it. My poor workbooks. By the time The Yarn Project comes to an end, I am going to have THREE books, that look like they have been to war!
Moving on.
Yesterday, at just past 11 am, I got my yarn! Two skeins of Candy Corn Ombre I Love This Yarn, are now in my possession. I sat down, on a bench, underneath a tree, and I RIPPED into the box.
Now, I am assuming that some of you, may not have ordered from Hobby Lobby before. So, I have to tell you about one SUPER CUTE little extra touch. I find it simply adorable. Tucked away in the box, along with the yarn, receipt, and return slip (as if I would EVER use that.), there was a tiny little card. It tells me who picked, and packed my yarn. Of course, the name is in cursive, and I cannot read it. But still. Is it just me, or is that one of the CUTEST things ever?
Then, there is the paper tag, that is on the Candy Corn Ombre yarn. This, too, is friggin cute as anything, in my opinion. It is black, with orange, silver, and neon green accents. And, there are THREE super cute little Halloween images, on it. There is a green spider, with this huge red nose. A purple bat, with orange stripes. And this incredibly adorable jack-o-lantern, with cartoon eyes. I cannot help, but love this label. It is just FRIGGIN awesome!
So...Compared to the Red Heart Pumpkin Orange yarn, that I am using, the orange in the Candy Corn Ombre looks quite RED! But, I still think that it will look completely amazing, when used as a border, on this blanket. Especially since I will be putting candy corn appliques, at the corners of this blanket. (My mother, incidentally, thinks that I should only put ONE candy corn, at ONLY ONE corner of the blanket. She has told me, time and again, that putting a candy corn, at each corner, is too much. Funny, how the only times I get reactions are when I have made something, for my sweetie, or mother, or when they are telling me that my ideas are bad. My response: "Well...If you want to design the blanket, learn to crochet, and work one yourself.)
Before getting away from the Candy Corn Ombre...
The label has this pattern, for an afghan, worked with this yarn. It calls for 5 skeins, of the yarn. Oh, if I had the money, and the time, I would SO make this afghan, for myself. It is just such an awesome yarn!
So...
I worked on the sock for a while, yesterday morning. Then, because it is a day that ends with "Y", we had to go, and run a few errands.
We got home, at 3.
I worked the sock, until I got the heel done. Then, it was time to go, and water the plants. (By the way. I am not a fan of grasshoppers, JUMPING out from plants, as I water them. One jumped right at me yesterday, and I ducked, and screamed like a little girl.)
I came in, and took a bath.
And, after the bath was done, I worked a row, on the birthday blanket. And, still holding to that old black magic that it has, I started dozing off, half-way through the row. (I think the sandman makes a nightly stop, by my house, and covers this project, with sleepy sand. It really is the ONLY explanation.) Eventually, I was able to finish the row.
Then, as my sweetie was at the Moose, I decided to pull out the Winter Jewels Afghan, and work a row, on it.
By the time I was finishing this, tendonitis was setting it. (Oh! How I hate tendonitis.)
I watched TV for the remainder of the evening.
Today...
I plan on attacking the foot of the sock. I am still a little bit unsure, after the last sock attempt. Hopefully, this sock is, well...a sock.
Also, I will work another row, on the birthday blanket.
And that is it. That is all there is today.
Until tomorrow,
Happy looming, and crocheting.