Fickle

I did a solid 90 minutes of research yesterday afternoon, and emerged from my office looking frazzled, with messy hair, pale skin, and dark circles under my eyes. I'd ignored the knocks at my door, 7 or 8 or 9 of them. Getting in solid research time during the school year is tough, since the demands on my time are constant, or at least they feel that way. (A 20 minute break is not enough time to get going on something.) When I came out of my office, I was exhausted and had a terrible headache.

I thought a nap would help, and it didn't. I thought knit night would help, and though I got some work done on my cabled sleeve, even that was making my headache worse. I know I vowed to finish the sleeve at least before starting something new, but I had a gift card burning a hole in my pocket, and a headache that was making counting stitches near impossible.

So I got this:



Eight balls of it. It's one of the new Elsebeth Lavold cottons with a twist of something shiny -- rayon perhaps? The color is not quite what you see above, which is too much green and not enough grey, but I'm not about to fiddle with it anymore. I swatched last night, as the headache settled down. It's going to make me a pretty fabulous little knit shirt.

I'll keep working on the sleeve, and then the sweater itself, but this new thing is going to be easy and nice, and spring-like, and wonderful. I'll try to save most of it for finals, when I have 2-hour long slots of time in which I just sit and look up occasionally. Of course, I could use that time for research, but then I'd be less likely to look up, and way more likely to look both crazed and angry.