I compose blog posts in my mind all the time. I could easily post every day if I just actually wrote down what my mind is thinking. It's really a shame that thinking doesn't burn calories. I think about exercising too. If I could think my way thin, I'd probably have to worry about anorexia, so maybe it's a good thing that thinking doesn't burn off calories after all.
Perhaps it would just be best if any readers I have could develop their mind-reading skills. Then I could think my blog entries, and you all could read them directly from my mind. We'd cut out the middleman....or middle bloghost service in this particular case...and I could cross out WRITE BLOG ENTRY from my to-do list permanently. Some enterprising whiz kid genius type could create a MindLines program, just like Bloglines, so mindreaders would always know when my brain was percolating a new entry.
In the meantime, I have decision to make. I've been hard at work on the Marissa sweater from the Hot Knits book. I've done everything right in terms of fit. The gauge is spot on perfect. The measurements are exactly what I want them to be. The sleeves and almost all of the back are done. If I pushed, I could finish this baby before I leave for my river cruise in early May.
So....what's wrong with the picture? Look at my picture and you'll see....
See how the incredibly gorgeous colors in this Schaeffer Laurel cotton are positioning themselves? Yep....it's pretty stripey. Those stripes....around my middle....I'm not happy about this. Yes, I noticed it many inches ago, but I've been practicing my denial skills. I feel like I have these choices:
1. Forge on ahead and finish a sweater that will fit to perfection but I'll never want to wear.
2. Frog it and find a pattern for a side to side sweater instead.
3. Frog it, cut my losses and return the yarn I haven't wound yet. Knit a totally gorgeous baby sweater out of what I recycle.
Any thoughts from the peanut gallery out there? (And how many of you are old enough to know where the expression peanut gallery originates from?) Am I missing any options? Which one should I pick? I have to tell you, I'm leaning most strongly toward #3 right now.
Moving along into Finished Objects that come out right, here's my latest pair of socks. (Lornas Laces; ChildsPlay) Can't miss with socks; they are perfect every time. Not to mention the funky pair of Keen's that are as comfortable as can be.
TRAILING BEHIND IN MY ABC-ALONG
Yes yes, I'm way behind. Anne would kick me right out of the Along if she weren't so nice. I'll catch up soon, I promise, you all believe me, right? To prove my good faith intentions, here is my letter F.
The person in this picture is a delightful young woman named April Verch. Put a fiddle in her hands and extraordinary things happen. She fiddles. She sings. She stepdances. She fiddles and stepdances at the SAME TIME. I've seen her in concert three times now, and she just keeps getting better. The photo you're seeing is of her relaxing after the concert while signing her CDs. So, F IS FOR FABULOUS FIDDLER AND FIDDLE MUSIC.
G? H? I? Are we on J yet? I bet when I go on my cruise I'll get such amazing pictures that it will take me right through to Z. I hope.
Honesty compels me to admit to two new timesuckers that are keeping me from blogging more often. My friend Emily kept telling me how much fun she was having playing Weboggle. I NEVER play computer games. Not PacMan. Not Solitaire. Not Poker. Nothing. NEVER.
Until Now. Grr. It's addictive. I tell myself I can quit whenever I want. I tell myself I'll just go over there and have a game or two. I tell myself no one can get hurt.
The second equally addictive pasttime is Sudoku. I've no one but myself to blame for this one. I'm much more of a crossword puzzle afficianado. I wasn't even interested in trying Sudoku. But at a family dinner last Sunday, my SO's niece was working on one. I foolishly asked her to rip one out of her book for me and I would try it. That was a mistake. Now I'm reading strategy tips on various websites and sneaking in quickies when no one is l0oking.
There are however two compensations for these activities. One is that every magazine article I read says to protect my brain from succumbing to encroaching dementia by keeping it well-exercised. I like to think that I am growing new and denser dendrites daily with all this brain activity. The second benefit is that while I am engaged in these activities, I am not munching on any goodies. So maybe, indirectly, all this thinking will help me think my way thin after all.
What do you think?