As I'm sure most of you know, there was a flood over in these here parts. And not just any flood people, it was a HISTORIC FLOOD (as the local news stations kept calling it over and over, again and again with the HISTORIC FLOOD until it permeated every cell of my being. Just sayin'.).
As a result, Yogi and I are "displaced." We are living in what amounts to an open-air living area until the apartment downstairs has undergone it's complex surgical reconstruction.
In the meantime there has been a lot of disassembling, reassembling, carrying heavy boxes up stairs, organizing trash, dehumidifying, towel washing, yelling obscenities, coming up with plan Bs, picking out tiles and grout colors, buying scrapers and power drills and paint, stubbed toes, FEMA paperwork, yelling (did I mention the yelling?) and general chaos.
BUT, believe it or not, there has also been knitting and crocheting. Oh yes. How else could I deal with such annoyance?
In fact, since the flood – the HISTORIC FLOOD (see above) – I've knit a pair of footlets, a pair of socks, crocheted all the squares for the Sock Monkey Blanket, crocheted up to half of the mammoth Chevron Blanket and started a new pair of socklets (see below).
Notice anything odd?
Somewhere in all the drama that is the garage which currently houses all of my furniture, is my ball winder and swift. Losing patience quickly after an attempt to find them, I gave up and decided to rock it old school and wind an actual ball WITH MY OWN TWO HANDS. I was feeling proud and connected to ages-old Sisterhood of the Knitted Pants until I realized what a MASSIVE PAIN IN THE ASS this was. I just needed to get some socks on the needles and knit, people! Quick, quick! Chop, chop! An hour later, this yarn ball was born.
It's very pretty and Yogi loves sleeping on it, but, um, YEAH...never again (unless I have NO OTHER CHOICE).
I know some of you out there prefer hand winding and I admire you, really, I do. But me? THIS girl? I'll endure the jumping spiders and back pain from lifting several heavy bins to rescue that ball winder and swift so I can camp my fat ass down ASAP with a new project. Just sayin'.
I'll have pics of the rest of the stuff I've been working on in the next few days. I just thought I'd log in with my HISTORIC FLOOD update and some pics of old school ball winding at it's finest. :)