July 27, 2010

In Which She Has a Root Canal, and Makes Some Magic

There's nothing like the sound of the dentist revving up his instruments of torture and wielding his toothbrush to get my palms sweaty and make my heart rate accelerate to super human speeds. I got my first root canal this afternoon, and, as if I didn't hate the dentist enough, after two hours in The Chair, I think it's safe to say I may sell my own soul before willingly going back in there. Which is a problem seeing as I'm getting a crown next month. Goody goody.

However, there are many many ways to combat the tooth-trouble after the Novocaine has worn off, and I feel it is my duty to enlighten my readers, should they ever find themselves in a similar situation.

1. Knitting. Of course this one comes first! Of course it does! Knitting is a wonderful invention, a spectacular stress-reliever, and a frighteningly addicting craft. No, seriously. Once you begin it's hard to stop (says the girl with the curiously empty bank account and disturbingly large yarn stash).


2. The Telly. The boob-toob, the hypnotists, the magic box, whatever you want to call the Television, it's a wonderful invention in times like these. What's even greater is the DVD and DVD player. (And what's even greater than that is a Blu-Ray player, but let's not get picky here. We wouldn't want anyone to become jealous). Let's face it- you pop a flat circle into a machine, and, voila! You have a couple hours of mind-numbing entertainment! And let's not forget what's playing on Cable these days, either. I personally suggest a Star Wars or Dr. Who marathon for times like these (release your inner geek!!).

3. Other Crafts. This is a wide genre that includes all of the crafts lower in class than knitting (which is pretty much everything). Sewing, crochet, macrame, shoe-making (is this called cobbelry?), millinery- just get out your glue gun and be crafty.

4. Ice Cream or Peanut Butter. I'd put peanut butter first, but it's a little harder on the mouth to work and get down. Ice cream is a given.

5. A Large Punchbag. Let's face it: mouth pain makes a lot of people angry and violent.

6. Yoga. I'm so tempted to make puns about this, but concentrating on breathing, stretching, etc really does wonders.

7. Rice in a Pillowcase. Instructions. Pour rice into clean pillowcase, put pillowcase into microwave, heat for thirty seconds, apply to injured area.

8. Reading. I love reading. I read all of the time. Read read read. So now would be the perfect time for you to finally finish that 800 page book you started last year. Or at least make it through the third chapter.

9. Photoshop. There's this really fun tool where you can smoosh people's faces...

10. Prank Calls. Note: only do this if you are on a prescription strength painkiller such as Hydrocodone. That way, you'll sound either drunk or loopy enough that no one will recognize your voice or forgive you if they do, and you won't remember a thing the next day.

July 15, 2010

Summer Mornings

There are a hundred different ways I could measure time. I am surrounded by them- I could think in spaces of past, present future (waking up this morning, what I am doing now, what I will be doing this afternoon or next week), in exact increments (the clock on my computer that reads 12:01 PM), in anticipations (the oven timer that tells me I have to wait :09 until my tart cakes are finished, the countdown until next month's trip to the Sierra's), and in momentary sounds (the voices on the Fleet Foxes CD as it runs through its tracks, the whisk whisk of the ceiling fan as it spins onward).

However, I'd rather not think of time at all. I'd love to sit here, at the kitchen table, with the sun lightly warming my back, a cup of tea next to me, the aroma of the cake filling the room, the sound of beautiful music and laughing siblings filling up the spaces in my mind, and not have to believe that there is a past or future- only a now. This ridiculously never ending space of minutes (or is it seconds? Hours? Days?) that is caught in a net of infinity. We don't need to fight, we don't need to leave our spheres of happiness, we merely need the sun, the cake, the tea, the music, the laughter, to make it all seem perfect.

But time, as they say, marches ever onward. The timer now reads :34 seconds, the clock 12:11 PM. There was a past, there is a future. The CD will end, the fan stop working, the cake be eaten. Summer will end, school begin- we will (thankfully) have to start using our brains for the higher purpose of understanding English and arithmetic, and (foolishly) believe that we need more than simplicity to be truly happy.

But in the few minutes that I believe time doesn't exist I believe in a million other more beautiful things, and although I will wake from my daze and rescue a cake from the oven before it burns, I would rather have the memory of a midsummer's morning and beautiful things than no time at all.

Besides- it's these beautiful moments that make up time in the first place.

July 14, 2010

The Gypsy Takes a Road Trip (And Brings a Gnome)

I'm back! After five days of ocean and sand that couldn't last long enough, I've returned to Idaho- land of sagebrush and dust. Maria and Silas tied the knot on Saturday evening in a beautiful ceremony (I'd have pictures, but the camera charger was missing and we had nothing else with which to take photos), which was followed by an excellent dinner and several hours of great dancing. If I ever get married I hope the wedding is even half as nice.

Here are some photos of Hugo, my roaming Gnome, on our journey (Thank heaven for cell phone cameras!!).










July 1, 2010

Knit One, Oops two.

I am feeling frustrated.

Very very frustrated.

And knowing what's making me frustrated is frustrating me, makes me even more frustrating.
For the first time in my remembrance, I am angry at the knitting world. I have begun three very prestigious projects in the past month, both with the same yarn (although not at the same time, only to find some major mistake or some largely overlooked detail that has motivated me frog every last stitch and move on to a different pattern.

I never have to frog my knitting.

Here's how it started. It started with Giselle, or, more directly, Stitch Diva Studios.
I've had my eye on the Giselle pattern ever since I first spotted an advertisement in Interweave Knits last year. It's beautiful, classic, and so unique- what's not to love?

Everything, or so I've found to my cost. I tried to knit the stupid thing three different times in three different ways, and none of them worked out. I swear, the writer was on crack when she wrote it. I finally gave up.

And moved on to "Charade" from Annie Modesitt's Romantic Hand Knits. This time it wasn't the pattern that failed, but me. I some how misread the yardage amount needed, and thought I had enough. A skein of the way through I realized I'd be about two balls short (The yarn, by the way, is delicious. It's Caron's Country yarn in an amazing shade of light green that I got for $2 a skein on closeout. YUM. But because I bought the last of the store's stock, there's no way to get more).

I've finally settled on a new pattern from the latest issue of Vogue Knitting. I don't usually care for this magazine, as everything looks like crazy styles off runway that are no longer considered "stylish" a week after publication by even the Prada-wearing beauty queens. However, this pattern, a lovely lace cardigan from the "Make Me Blush" collection, is perfect for what I want.

And what do I want this for? For a friend I'm visiting in California next week. (Yes, load the car, pack the bags, it's road trip time!) I don't need to worry too much about finding time to knit as the drive is about thirteen to fourteen hours long, but I'd better get started anyway.
So I'm knitting the gauge swatch, double checking the needed yardage, and keeping my fingers crossed.