Chickenlips Knitting

Ok, I confess that I'm a pattern hound. I am constantly buying knitting magazines, ordering patterns online and buying them from LYS's, and downloading freebies off the web. This is one such pattern, a nifty cabled scarf that will finally put to use that bigass skein of gorgeous wool and mohair from Adirondack Yarns. But these small projects that I can't resist are things that keep me from finishing the large projects I have on the needles, such as my Clapotis (which I actually need to finish because it's getting cold out!) and Annette's fine-gauge wrap, which she will get for Christmas instead of her Nov. 5 birthday. Christmas 2009, that is. And I've been working feverishly on a super stealth project which nobody knows about, but soon you will because it's almost done! Yeah.

I need to let you guys know that there's a contest on Sophanne's blog and it's a fun one. Go over and play, and tell her Chickenlips sent you. Prize is a gift certificate from Scout's Swag.

Yesterday I delivered some sock yarn and Little Feet kits to All About Yarn. I tripped, figuratively that is, and came home with 6 skeins of Malabrigo. I'm too lazy to take a picture of it, so if you don't mind clicking here you can see the colors. I've gotten out of the habit of photographing the yarn I buy. A sure sign that I buy too much and too often! Trust me, I have way more yarn than my Ravelry stash says I do. Storage is getting dicey. I religiously scour the newspapers for those Jo-Ann's and Michael's coupons, and buy up plastic bins at 40-50% off--ostensibly for business use, to store hand dyed yarn and fiber, but I filled one to the brim today, just with yarn I've bought over the past 6 months to "make sweaters". Ha! And lets not even get started on the sock yarn. Oh but it's depressing, thinking about how screwed up I am. Denial, it works for me.

While at All About Yarn, I met the lovely Melissa, who asked me if I get much time to knit these days, what with all the dyeing. Nope--but that's OK, I do manage to finish an item here and there. I just need to not feel inadequate when I read this blog. That lady can knit!

I was watching the ALCS and working on Annette's wrap, but the Red Sox were getting their butts handed to them, so I retreated into the bedroom to blog. Last I checked, the score was something like 13-4. Last night they lost 9-1. So their backs are to the wall--again. Let's see if they can do what they did last year, and also in 2004!

My dad is OK. His prostate trouble turned out to not be cancer but a stubborn infection, for which he got some antibiotics. I haven't talked to him in about 10 days or so, but a couple of birthdays are coming up which means family get-togethers. On Saturday night, we're celebrating Michelle's 18th birthday (even though she actually turns 18 on the 20th). Some of you may remember that a year ago, I was super pissed at my brother for standing us up on his niece's 17th birthday. Even though I think I deleted the more vitriolic of my blog posts, he got the clear message that I was not pleased, so he's going to be at our fave Chinese restaurant-slash-hangout with bells on. Because "turning 18 is special". Whatever. I like to think he knew his ass would be grass if he flaked out again!