Just say no. And then play with some wool.

What in the world is this?

a) A Dr. Seuss book come to life on my coffee table.
b) Something the cat threw up.
c) Yards and yards of KnitPicks Merino Style Butternut knitting itself into a very long constrictor-style snake, the better to strangle me while I sleep because I still haven't finished knitting that hoodie for my friend.
d) Bounty from an outdoor retailer who screwed up and sent me six pairs of bright orange ski socks instead of the 2 I'd ordered, and yet only charged me for what I'd ordered.

All of the above, really.

Hi y'all. I'm having rather a good day, and not just because of the sockly bonus.

I'm not sure what it is. Could be that I just made myself some coffee (yes, at 6pm. I caved. I totally caved). Could be that I've spent a nice day in my house, hangin' with my cool cat (she'd prefer that I spelled it kool kat, but I just kan't).

Could be that there are days when I realize that it's grrrreeeeat to be a freelancer. Usually those days entail having some new work drop in your lap, which it potentially has. Potentially. Must not anger the fates.

Could be that I spent a certain amount of time listening to Duke Ellington and dancing like a mad fool (pre-caffeine, even) in my apt. I have yet to find an office job where that kind of thing is encouraged.

Could be that I said no to a date I didn't feel like going on today. I'd be happy to go on it another day, when it wasn't raining, and I didn't have to work late, and I said as much, but he of course got bent out of shape about it, and I thought, who the hell cares? I don't even know you. Sheesh.

Could be that I am still a little high from kissing my favorite now-you-see-him, now-you-don't blonde boy. That was a couple of days ago, and at the time, I'd thought, hmmmn. Maybe I am not attracted to him anymore. And then he kissed me. Boom. Of course I'm still attracted to him.

A friend was asking, long ago, in the beginning of the thing, when I was walking around like someone had lit me on fire, What the hell is it? Is it his looks?

Well, yes and no. He's a bit of alright. But it's not that.

Is it his personality? 'Cause you keep saying you don't really have much in common with him.

Yeah, I don't. And I don't give a good god damn.

I have one thing in common with him. Magic.

I couldn't articulate that at the time, and I couldn't explain it, and I stopped trying. But now I know.

It's just fucking magic. I think, oh no big deal, and then he touches any part of my body, and I'm toast. Awesome. Love it. Please sir, may I have some more?

Anyway, that wasn't what I'd intended to write about. It just slipped out.

Of course, all I was going to tell you was a) look at all those socks. b) hey, look - I've been knitting.

I know, it's weird, me having knitting to show you, or even giving a damn about anyone else's knitting. Okay, that last bit is not true. I love seeing my friends' knitting; they do beautiful knitting. But I, I am a lame knitter, and I just don't care to be anything but. I appreciate the raw materials, and I kinda like having something to do with my hands in winter, and it's nice to have an endless supply of little hats to go under my bicycle helmet and ward off hypothermia, and all. But it's just not the big big obsession it once was. And it was only even approaching that because I had been living under a rock with an alcoholic boyfriend and a quantity of cats and nothing else to do all that long long wet snowy winter except make myself more and more and more sweaters.

Okay, where was I?

Oh yes. Knitted blue thing.

Shannon, that yarn is really just so nice that it somehow got me over my summer knitting repellance and made me start making it into something.

A simple drop-stitch scarf is what it'll be, and I know that's like elementary schoolgirl knitting, but I like it, and I picture it as that, so there you go.

Yeah, yeah, I probably need to cut back on the caffeine.