Call Mrs Livings, Darcy is using math outside of class

Wouldn't my math teacher be proud? I'm writing a pattern for a x-mas tree skirt out of my favorite stitch pattern and lots of math, math, math. I hate math. I'll probably not get started on this until January, but it's fun to dream, no??

Gobble, Gobble

I'm back in my hometown for the week - it's Thanksgiving break, ya'll! I keep forgetting that next year around this time, I will not be getting a vacation, so I am trying to make the most of this one. Overall, I am pretty pumped about joining the rest of the adult workforce (mainly due to the fact that I know I have a job when I graduate). Here's why working is better than going to school:

1) The pay is better.

2) Better pay means better yarn I can afford

3) No homework

4) No homework means more time for knitting

5) I'm going to travel a lot for my job, which means lots of airplane rides which means even MORE knitting time!

The Blue Swirl Blanket is coming along, lots of ends to weave in even though I've already done a million. I'm a-working on a pink/pink sweater for myself at the moment, but I'm feeling pretty guilty about not getting any progress on hats for Ben and my little sister. The blanket for my friend who is getting married in December has been scratched - there's just way too much going on in my life! I'm also considering this:



in a dark grey color. I don't like the belt. I would probably put some kind of knit belt on it, with loops around. Pretty boring? Or way cool and I should definatley do it?

Dear Universe:

Listen, I'm always really appreciative when you throw things my way, a five dollar bill in my coat pocket or a nice pen in the parking lot or even that parakeet we found in the backyard when I was little. I just tend to get pissed off when you take things from me. Like that cream sweater, remember? Or that heart pendant necklace? Those were nice things! And they were mine!

So I've got this small request, and I'm sure if you have any thing in that cold heart of yours, you'll let me have it back. It's a rather fabulous bamboo Clover needle size 8. I think I dropped it outside the Journalism building sometime last week. I'm not sure when. But listen, I really don't want to go find a new pair, cuz then I'll have one needle that can't do anything but I'll feel too guilty so I'll never throw it out thinking that one day I might stumble across it's mate.

Please, please, Universe, return my needle so I can finish my scarf!


Sincerely,

Darcy