Sea of Holes
Wednesday, March 29th, 2006Remember in the movie Yellow Submarine (okay, dating myself here) when the Beatles are sailing through a sea and keep falling through holes into other dimensions (Sea of Time) where time seems to stand still and then through other holes where they encounter monsters (Sea of Monsters)? Well, that’s a pretty apt description of what my week’s been like. In two words: Spring Break. And joy of joys, it goes on for another week.
The Sea of Holes could pretty well sum up the lack of progress on my Square Holes Sweater (see photo 2 posts below), where I pretty much spent most of my free time knitting and frogging the same damn cursed annoying 8th row of squares trying to find the extra stitch that always appeared when I reached the end of the row until I finally gave up and just knit it together into the first bind off at the end of the row. I never did find out where it came from or where I was off. I figure it will just disappear into the side seam anyway and no one will ever know, right? At least tonight I had some enough quiet time to knit row 9. Nine rows–isn’t that like halfway up the back?
The Sea of Time aptly describes how slowly this entire week has moved along and yet, how quickly, for I seem to have accomplished nothing. Well, almost nothing. I did manage to start three freeform scrumbles for Prudence’s project (see explanation 2 posts below). Funny how freeform scrumbles seem to take on a life of their own until they have suddenly grown much larger than you intended and you don’t quite know how to make them come to an end so you just stop, awkwardly. It’s been odd to crochet because I haven’t really done so for about two years and I wondered whether I would even remember how but my fingers did remember and it all came back to me, with a little help from Prudence’s books. I even managed quite a few bullions (of which I am duly proud).

Then there’s the fabric postcard I plan to submit to the Tohono Chul Park Fiber Arts Postcard exhibit (this is a pdf) in Tucson, which has to be postmarked by April 1st. Let’s see…that would be SATURDAY! I did love Tucson when we were there and really want to participate in this, even if it means other projects have to wait (sorry postcard groups). I have printed out several my favorite photo from our trip to Tucson, have my backing fabric and all the stuffing, interfacing, etc. but need to cut and iron it all together and do any sewing and embellishing necessary. Maybe time really will stand still tomorrow so I can do some of this! But no, tomorrow is Thursday–Bead Group–and I’m supposed to have practiced my wire wrapping so I can learn to make myself some earrings out of the findings I bought last weekend (along with those art glass beads that have been languishing in boxes on my shelves for 4 or 5 years now).
And the Sea of Monsters? Well, it’s amazing the amount of care and feeding two teenage boys require despite the fact that they have a car and my wallet at their disposal, know how to order a pizza, and should be able to answer a ringing telephone within five or fewer rings. And yet, it might as well be a college dorm for the amount of clothing, wet towels, and food containers strewn about every time I gather my nerve to peer into their rooms…and the less said about the state of their bathroom, the better. They are both tired (despite sleeping until an ungodly hour every morning), cranky (the older one with good reason, for only thin envelopes from colleges have darkened our mailbox so far this week) (the younger one has only late nights and hormones to blame), constantly arguing over nothing, sometimes physically fighting, and seemingly engaged in a duel over who can play their music, television, or computer louder than the other. And did I mention the incessantly ringing phone? Oh yes, my husband’s out of town (and even HE seems to find it necessary to call every 20 minutes or so). I also spent nearly a day resurrecting my iTunes list from the remnants my husband had rescued from my crashed hard drive (but mostly by re-entering all my cd’s) and re-loaded my iPod. So, deciding to act like a teenager myself, I just plugged in my earphones and tuned them out. It’s a lifesaver, really–I’m not quite sure whose life it saved, but it definitely saved someone’s!!

































