Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Friday, June 5, 2009

Slacker

Wow - so those WIP Wednesday things never seem to stay in my memory for very long.

I screwed up a whole row of my scarf and didn't notice it till a few rows later, so I'm procrastinating on ripping out 4 rows of 400+ stitches cause it's gonna suck.

Finished one sleeve on the February Lady Sweater and picked up stitches for second sleeve. So, not much farther to go on that project. I haven't been in the mood for knitting lately, though. I am on a reading jaunt. I read a self-help book that was kind of like "homework," and now I'm reading lots of poetry and a poetry how-to guide. I also ordered a ton of books from Amazon and went out and picked up a whole ton more in person. On top of that, I bought several magazines. Voracious. Reading.

So, knitting inevitably has to suffer.

Waking up with weird anxieties. I don't know what causes it, but it's not cool.

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

WIP Wednesday a smidgey early

I can never remember to make these posts on Wednesdays, so let's call it the Weekly WIP (although I am sure it will probably become biweekly then monthly then annually - you catch my drift).

I screwed up on the first sleeve of my February Lady Sweater. It's an easy fix, but I'm just not in the mood for it. I want loud colors and no pile of wool lying in my lap creating sweat. So, I've been reading Paper Towns (just finished it last night - don't like it as much as John Green's other books) and knitting on my Blooming Cotton Scarf cause it's got loud colors and it's not wool.

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It's brighter in person. So yep. That's about it.

Also, I got some ink for my favorite fountain pen, and I think I might dig in and do some writing if I can settle my brain and body enough to do it.

The Green book led me to wanting some poetry in my life. So, I've been listening to the Writer's Almanac podcasts, and I picked up Walt Whitman's Leaves of Grass and Billy Collins's The Art of Drowning - the name of that one really appeals to me. Makes me think of The Piano and The Awakening - two stories that have always captivated me. Also bought a book of Poe's poetry. Bill and I are planning on reading poems to eachother at night instead of watching lame TV too late too often.

I am feeling kind of crummy today and in no mood to do any public speaking which is what is on the menu for this afternoon. Would rather go home and crawl up in a ball. My head aches.