So I'm working on another pair of socks.
I realized today that my sock yarn addiction can now be classified as rampant. Especially for school, socks are the perfect project - useful, portable, and a surprising draw of attention. I work at the student union, where my job is to sell stamps and point nicely when people ask for directions, so there's a lot of down time. Studying doesn't work well with so many short interruptions, but knitting is easy to put down and pick up. And people are constantly leaning over the desk, cooing, "Pretty!" and petting my socks. Who would have thought.
So right now I'm frustrated with the decreases for my friend's hat, totally over the cabled Baby Cashmerino Gauntlets, and in helpless, drooling love with my Schaefer Anne Gentleman's Fancy Sock. I'm not sure if the pattern is absolutely the right one for this yarn, but I like it. It's stretchy in all the right ways, and looks pretty awesome on my foot. I wish I had pictures to show you - maybe tomorrow.
In other news, tomorrow is my last day of finals. I've been running around every day from 9 am until 11 pm for the last two weeks, studying for 6 hours a day, and replacing sleep with coffee, and last night it finally caught up to me. I could not study. Could not. Tried for three hours and didn't learn or retain anything and finally called my mom, exhausted, to vent about my frustration with chemistry and to chat about yarn and the holidays for a bit. I took the exam this morning and probably didn't do very well, but I did remember most of the previous material. I also wrote a poem for extra credit:
This morning I dreamed that I was a resonance structure,
my electrons flitting from oxygen to nitrogen
and back again.
I woke with the thought of double bonds and lone pairs
which of my forms is most contributing.
Or something like that.
And, luckily, by the time grades are posted, I'll be in Bali, knitting 3x1 ribbed socks without a care in the world.
Oh yeah, and remember what I said about addiction?
To reward myself for getting through my worst finals alive, I bought myself (surprised, anyone?) some sock yarn.