This weekend I finally picked up the Hew sweater I’d had hibernating. It was so close, just the collar to finish. Thats a little deceiving, though, because I think its the third or fourth time I’ve tried to knit up the collar. I don’t know what I did wrong, but it would not lie properly, and just looked awful. I’m not really one for half sweater/shrugs anyway… I like them in concept, but in reality they’re just far too top heavy for me. So I suppose it was a doomed project from the start. I frogged it all last night. But now I have an unknown amount of a wonderful yarn, and no idea what to make with it. Its Lousia Harding, wool/silk…. my Rav stats say I have 3 skeins = 330.0 yards (301.8 m), but I’m not sure how updated that is. That isn’t very much, and since I bought it over a year ago I doubt I could find more at the LYS…. I think I have another skein rolling around somewhere upstairs, I’m going to do some serious searching this afternoon. This yarn is just gorgeous, and I really want to make something with it that I’ll love and wear all the time. Any ideas?

now what?


Seriously? All the trains are down? Oh, and that two-hour leeway period I planned is slowly slowly fading away? Great. Fantastic! I really do love being reliant on the rails.

It all worked out in the end, thank the stars I left myself plenty of time.

Leave the house at 6:30. Catch a 7:09 train. Relax with my book, listen to music. Train seems stopped longer than usual.  Conductor doesn’t know whats going on. Train still stopped. I’m not too worried, I know I have extra time. Train still stopped. Everyone gets off to catch a bus transfer to Trenton. Bus drives by. Train blows its whistle- everyone back on! “We’ll get moving, sometime, I think.” Hmmm… that’s reassuring. Get moving, arrive in Trenton. NJTransit train soon to arrive. Mental calculations, my two hour buffer has dwindled to a mere 20 minutes, if this new train has no problems. I was planning on taking the subway to my interview- but thought a taxi would eliminate the waiting-for-the-next-train anxiety. Taxi driver says it will be 15 to 20 minutes. No buffer left. Call the office, let them know I’m running late. Taxi drops me off, five minutes to spare! But alas! 3 blocks away! 42nd street does not equal 45th street. Shouldn’t have tipped him. This is why I don’t take cabs. Ask a kindly gentleman which direction 42nd is…. and run the remaining 3 blocks, tottering in my heels. Arrive breathless, a few minutes after 11.

Hell, at least it was a conversation piece, and I managed to catch my breath somewhere between the elevator ride and the first few minutes of interview. Ug. This is why I am perpetually early- always prepare for the worst.