If you aren't busting your ass in the kitchen, it's a long, boring day. The stores are closed so running errands is out, basically it's TV and laundry and knitting. I did get a lot of quality knitting time in, more about that later. TNT is running a marathon of The Closer, thank God, it got me through the hours until Gray's Anatomy, which thanks to turkey coma, I will be watching in bed. Or recording to watch tomorrow, actually.
I didn't entirely boycott the day, I cooked a small turkey breast and made my usual stuffing and opened cans of everything else, and you know, it wasn't very appealing and I realized that I just don't like the menu. Next year I may go vegetarian. Maybe my tastes have changed, or maybe I just made these things out of habit, but when I really think about it, I never eat this stuff or even think about it fondly the other 364 days of the year. The very small turkey breast will probably be more turkey than we can eat.
And even though I didn't do the usual big production I still feel like I spent two days in the kitchen, because I spent two days in the kitchen. I had to make something for the office potluck, then last night I made apple pies. Yes, pies, I gave one away. The crusts came two to a package, and a cute high school band geek talked me into a bag of Granny Smiths that was their smallest offering and is more than I can use in a year. I also did a Marie Callender pumpkin pie for Girl. I don't like pumpkin pie. Makes you wonder how I cooked this meal for 30 years, doesn't it? The answer is, "Out of habit." Habits, like rules, are made to be broken.
So I spent the day surfing store ads online and bored out of my skull, and tomorrow I am going to be one of those lunatics venturing forth on Black Friday, because Target has some really great deals on things I was just looking at the other day. My somewhat LYS is having a sale, and I already mentioned that one of my Fiber Trends clogs has vanished [glares at Murphy]. And if I don't get out of this f-ing house I'm going to go postal. I was home for an entire day, people. This is not me.
Knitting: I had been working away diligently on a Prairie Lace Shawl from Folk Shawls, using yarn purchased from a very high profile eBay vendor who came highly recommended, and who has a lot of Cherry Tree Hill mill ends. This was one of them. It wasn't marked as a second, but it definitely was - more than one dye lot in the alleged "mill end," okay, that I could handle. I sorted it into dye lots. There was enough that looked alike to use for the shawl, so I went ahead with it. But the more I knitted, the more I noticed random undyed spots that somehow weren't visible when I wound it, but were very noticeable in the rich blue and purple color combination. I told myself it wasn't that noticeable and that it was really a lighter shade of purple. (Yeah, like a white purple.) I kept going. Today I couldn't deny it anymore, I really did notice it, and honestly, it looked like shit, like cheap discount yarn I bought on eBay.
The spots were obvious, and I didn't like the yarn for a shawl, it has too tight a twist and just didn't look right. So the yarn will be socks, because those undyed spots won't be seen in a sock they way they were in the shawl when they were really on display and not stuffed in a shoe, and I will not buy from that vendor again. My time is worth more than that.
So after ruthlessly ripping a couple of weeks of work, I decided to work on socks. Socks seldom let you down, as long as you don't use a pattern designed for Bigfoot like the last pair I made for Boy that were insanely wide for his narrow feet, but we won't dwell on that. So I'm working on socks, and thinking of the next thing I need to cast on. Because woman does not live by socks alone, especially since I must switch gauges often or my hands will hurt. I need something worsted. I need to spend some quality time communing with my stash.
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