I started another scarf last night. (Yes, last night--when I should have been working on the Lloyd Scarf. What? Like you've never done procrastination knitting. Don't judge.) I justify this bout of start-itis by reminding myself that I have finished the scarf for Laura (chenille, I need futz with you no longer!! Huzzah!), and that I have all this time left. So much time! And I've been meaning to make something for this friend for a year and have failed thus far. This friend has invited me to see the Joffrey Ballet do The Nutcracker on Saturday. I have
(as you can see, I have mastered the heck out of seed stitch)
Funny thing about this scarf... I went home today on my lunch hour to knit (eating was an afterthought) and while I was taking up my needles I heard a huge explosion outside my building. Knocked out the power, mostly (I didn't know that one could get only one-third of one's normal electricity supply--I thought it was all or nothing), and freaked me out. After a bit the girl down the hall pointed out a flaming bit of electrical wire. Yes, the cable leading to our building (that connects to the corner of the building that holds my bedroom) was on fire (but the bit on fire was at least 25 yards from my building. At least.).
The explosion was the transformer freaking out. Nothing at all supernatural about that. Nope, everything nice and scientifically explained here. Absolutely no connection between my desire to knit and the big ol' electrical kerfuffle. None at all.
I'm starting the Lloyd Scarf as soon as I get home from work.
"Let's just say that if complete and utter chaos was lightning, [she'd] be the sort to stand on a hilltop in a thunderstorm wearing wet copper armour and shouting 'All gods are bastards'." --Terrry Pratchett