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Did you notice something?  An absence of something?  I didn’t think so.

Well, I was told by my (sometimes) wiser companion that I should just blog as if nothing has happened.  That ridiculously long hiatus I took from blogging and knitting never happened.  I knew it wouldn’t be easy getting back into routine after being funemployed for so long, but almost exactly a year later, I’m still struggling to stay balanced.  It probably doesn’t help that I also have one of these things in tow now.

Of course she isn’t this tiny anymore.  Now she looks mostly like this:


Scout is pretty much the best dog on the planet.  I know that’s what everyone says about their dogs, but she really is the best.  So I can forgive her for eating up all of my free time… and socks.  Thankfully, she doesn’t seem to have any interest in my knitting.  Knitting.  That reminds me….

Just like work, I’ve been slowly reintegrating knitting back into my daily life.  I did my best to get Christmas gifts out to the family, but sadly, I just wove in my last end and took pictures today (incidentally, it was the first time I’ve used my camera since August).  I really am a poster child of procrastination, in case you didn’t already know that.  But what is family for, if not to forgive your faults?

There are some goodies in here, but I’ll keep the details on my ravelry page.  It just sort of happened that all the gifts were blue.

And I seriously did not plan this, but the two things currently on my needles are both yellow.

Right now I’m working on Deco by Kate Davies and a lace pillow for a baby gift.  I like working on multiple projects at a time, not necessarily in the same color family but these things happen.  When I get tired of working my fingers to death with the sturdy Frangipani yarn, I can switch over to some soft baby yarn and give my hands a break.  Also I’m crazy and love to overload myself.

I’m feeling like I’m finally back to full knitting production.  At least, my ravelry queue and yarn stash (which I spent a week creating a detailed inventory, no joke) are growing.  I think that’s a good sign that things in my knitting world are returning back to normal.  Which in turn means that things should be back to normal here on the ol’ bloggy blog.  Lucky you!

PS.  There are still a few travel posts that I want to share, but I’m not promising anything since I still have about 10,000 photos to sort through.  Remember that thing I said about procrastination?  Ya.  Don’t do what I do people.  It only hurts you and those around you.

When someone asks you where you were this weekend and you respond: “A sheep and wool festival in New York”, they will most likely look at you like you are from another planet.  Unless of course they are knitters/crafters/fiber lovers.  You know what I love the most about Rhinebeck was that you were surrounded by the warmest (quite literally) people on the planet that love what you love and totally get why you flew all the way from the other coast to pet sheep and fondle the sweaters of strangers.

The weekend at Rhinebeck was absolutely wonderful!  I was so excited to finally meet Holly in person and get my knit on with her and she is ever so sweet and amazing in person as I thought she would be.

I’m not sure what I was expecting with the festival, but it far exceeded anything I could have ever imagined.  Of course it was beautiful and everyone was wearing such amazing works of art and the sheep and alpacas stole my heart over and over again.

I bought a couple of things, but no yarn (I know, that’s absolutely crazy): a yarn bowl and some buttons made from sheep horn.

I awkwardly approached Ysolda and probably annoyed the crap out of her with my terrible fan-girl stutter.  I took a nip with Steven.  I knitted, I laughed, I ate good food and met some really great people.

This weekend, however, didn’t go without an accident, because it’s me and I’m accident-prone apparently and the world enjoys laughing at my sorry ass.  It’s ok, though because I like laughing at my sorry ass too.

The first morning, I decided I needed coffee, which I never ever drink because caffeine makes me crazy, but I thought it would be a good idea because I’m going to Rhinebeck and needed to have my wits about me.  Also, because I might have possibly stayed up until 3am after flying all day to weave in the ends of my Rhinebeck sweater.  Oh…woops.  Anyways, we’re driving to Rhinebeck and because I’m a coffee noob I don’t get a sleeve for my cup.  Also I can’t find the cupholders in the back seat of the car.  So I’m holding this really hot cup of coffee…until I’m not holding it anymore because I drop the entire thing in my lap.  As the seatbelt pins me down to the seat, the hot liquid soaks through my only pair of jeans (because of course leather seats don’t soak up coffee) and burns my ass while I scream obscenities (possibly deterring Holly from ever wanted to interact with me publicly ever again).  Miraculously, the white sweater that I am wearing, that I finished at 3am the night before, does not get a single drop of brown liquid on it.  My pants are soaked and smell like coffee and I’m pretty sure that a blister has formed on my lower right cheek.

Coffee: 1, Freshy: 0

Later in the day, we purchased a bottle of red wine so we could drink and knit at the tables and make Holly’s gentleman, Jake, feel terribly uncomfortable and sorry that he didn’t bring his knitting.  I’m knitting with white silk, so you can see where this is going…  Along comes a freak gust of wind, knocks my cup (because we’re classy like that) of wine over and onto the pretty white silk.

Red wine: 1, Freshy: 0

Here’s the upside to all of this: My pants were dark, so no one noticed they were wet with coffee and they were dry by midday.  I managed to wash most of the wine out of the silk when we got back to the hotel that night and I don’t think you can tell, but now I have a knotted mess of silk to deal with.  So I give myself 2 points for quick recovery.  That about evens up the score.  And really how upset can you be when you’re hanging out with this guy?

Oh did you notice that I also finished my Naragansett sweater?  That means I owe you two FO posts.  But that will have to wait, because Tales From New York, Part 2 is coming up next…

More Rhinebeck photos can be found here too!

You know when you haven’t seen someone in a really long time and they ask you what you’ve been up to, and even though you’ve been up to a whole lot of crazy and fun things, you just say, “nothing much”?  I’m going to try my hardest not to do that to you right now, even though I really want to because it’s easier that way.  But who wants to read a blog that says nothing of interest?  I wouldn’t.  So here we go!

As if my knitting wasn’t already super time consuming, I decided I needed a new hobby (or rather an extension of my fiber hobby) so I learned how to spin on a drop spindle and on a spinning wheel.

I think I prefer the spinning wheel over the spindle, even though the spindle is super cheap and portable.  There’s something about the mechanics of a wheel and the sound it makes as you’re treadling that makes me happy.  Plus the fact that it’s less fiddly and more productive than a spindle is kind of a bonus.

Now I just need to find a generous (read: wealthy) person to donate to the “Spinning Wheel for Freshy” fund bucket.  Then my life will be complete.  And my 500 sq ft apartment very full.  But we must all make sacrifices for the things we love.

Have you ever seen sheep get sheared?  I did.  It was exciting and smelly.  But a weird kind of smelly.  The kind that reminds you of spring fairs and petting zoos.

I may or may not have come home with a bag of raw, dirty, smelly fleece.  It may or may not still be in the bag waiting to be cleaned in my tiny 500 sq ft apartment that doesn’t have a spinning wheel in it…yet.  Come to think of it, I think I’m going to host a party.  A fleece cleaning and carding party.  You are all invited!  Bring your fleece cleaning party hat!

I learned how to knit with Mawata, which is a fancy word for silk “hankies” that are made from the cocoon of a silk worm.  I’m making a little something secret with it.

I decided that I didn’t like my day job enough to be there 40 hrs a week, so I dropped down to part-time.  I feel like a better, happier version of myself.  Plus, it allowed me to apply for a position at my local yarn store.  Which I did and now I work there.  Working in a yarn store is so much different than the other dreaded place of employment, because it’s warm and bright and full of soft yarn and happy people.  It’s also torture because I’m surrounded by so many lovely things that don’t belong to me and it’s all I can do to not spend every paycheck buying more yarn.

This last weekend, I spent 3 days surrounded by the most amazing knitters and crafters and fiber lovers at Port Ludlow, where we learned all about and knit with luxury (read: muscox, bison, angora, vicuna…to name a few) fibers, dyed yarn, created gourmet meals for the class, drank lots of wine, and played with silk.  Not to mention the giant bathtub and fireplace in every room.  I might have gone a little fan girl over Stephanie (aka the Yarn Harlot) and Tina of Blue Moon Fiber Arts, but I think they’re used to it.  And even though she probably says it to everyone, Stephanie said that they really liked me and hoped to see me again, and I proceeded to blush and stutter a lot and posed awkwardly for a photo.  I’m so cool.  But more on that tomorrow.

What have you been up to lately?

Or I should say: the Freshy’s been lazy and has abandoned post (har har).  I think about knitting like I think about going to the pool to do laps, which is often and hardly leads to any real action.  I wish just thinking about something would produce results.  Unfortunately, my mental faculties are the only thing living in the land of make believe and that sort of thing doesn’t happen in the realm of reality.  pshh…physics….  Well after a month or so of sitting and thinking, I have finally decided to take action.  Hoozah! Let’s hear it for the TO DO LIST!

1.  Upload your photos from Argentina.  Really, this is getting ridiculous.  Also your memory card is full, genius.  Perhaps you should consider uploading all your pictures so you can take more pictures of yarn.  Duuh.

2.  Put your clothes away.  It’s bad enough that it deters you from inviting people over, but it’s getting rather tiresome curling into a small ball in the corner of the bed.  Ya, that’s gross.  Fix that.

3.  Clean your desk.  I’m pretty sure there’s a spider infestation in there and they’re getting bigger every time I see one.  I’d rather not wake up to a giant spider hovering above my head ready to bite my face off.  Although, come to think of it, the spider infestation might be coming from the pile of clothes on the bed….Whatever.  Just.  Please…take care of that.  Thanks.

4.  See those half finished socks?  They’re sad because they don’t have heels.  Knit them some fucking heels already.  ‘Nuff said.

5.  Your plant is dying.  It is dead.  Dead plants scare other living plants.  Living plants look at me with scornful eyes.  Please bury dead plant and buy new happy living plant to boost morale.

6.  Listen, it’s not right that you sleep in so late everyday.  Do yourself a favor, wake up early and go to the pool.  I know the dolphin-human hybrids intimidate you, but…uh…swimming is good?  Look, that’s all I got.   The hybrids scare me too.  I’m just glad I’m only the list writer and not the person who actually has to do this stuff.  Wait, what?  Oh….damn.

7.  Do the things on the to do list this time.  It’s important that you accomplish goals before you die from a poisonous spider bite to the face.

If there’s one thing I’m really thankful for, is that my memory card is so full of useless highly important photos, that I can’t take pictures of half the things that are troubling me, and possibly you as a reader, right now.  But I think it’s for the best that you don’t see the torrential display of clothes in my room.  Some things just can’t be unseen.

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