A New Beginning

How exactly is one supposed to begin a new blog? I could easily have spent hours scouring the internet at the first post on hundreds of other blogs and stolen, ahem, borrowed a clever format or idea, but I spend more than enough time in cyberspace as it is. Aside from the usual email and the Ravelry dark hole, there is Sock Madness. Those crazy adventures deserve their own post, which will come in a couple of weeks when the Madness is complete. (And yes, I've already expressed interest to the moderators to include me for next year. Hence, the Madness.) This month, there is the Swimsuit Bootcamp over at SparkPeople. I've grown accustomed to navigating through the pages in Ravelry, and it is taking a little while to get my bearing over at SparkPeople so I can move through it quickly.

This blog is not yet formatted the way I would like it to look and function, but I'm battling the urges of that underlying disease of procrastifectionism and posting anyway. I mean seriously, if I waited until I had all my poop in a group there would never be a post. Life just kind of goes along that way.

Generally, there is something that needs to be finished before another thing can begin, so in that vein I'll reveal my current pile of UFOs. I also am aware that a post without pictures is very boring. Very boring indeed.

Nighttime photography under compact fluorescents does not lend itself to the best color representation, but hey, I'm doing my part to save the earth, right? Left to right starting with the red blob: the beginnings of two felted lobsters, a felted clam, a hat, Lucy's Diamonds scarf, Catherina Lace Seaman's scarf. Then there is a mouse that needs to be dressed & given facial features, Annetrelac socks, Something's Shady socks, an afghan square, the legs of another mouse, and the dark blob at the bottom is actually a forest green felted clog. One. It is lonely.

Full disclosure means I must also include this second photo. Traditionally, "almost" only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades, but I think it can be used to describe a knitted finished object. "Almost" is when you bind off just a little too tightly and the project sits in the basket until you feel like you have nothing better to do that pick out the bind off on something where the stark contrast in the yarn completely obscures the lace pattern. (These socks have been worn on occasion, with the tail tucked in.) "Almost" is adequate to describe that pair of gift socks that cannot accommodate the recipient's high arch. (And of course they are done in a one-of-a-kind, made-just-for-her hand-dyed yarn that she LOVES, so the option of finding someone else they fit and knitting her a completely different pair is out.) "Almost" certainly must be appropriate for describing that bag that just didn't felt to expectations. And my husband's socks were finished, but now sit with the rest of them until I have the desire to duplicate stitch the soles while there are still soles left to reinforce. So nice to know the man loves his socks. So embarrassing to admit he still only has one pair.

That will wrap it up for tonight. Didn't come up with any grand and hopeful goals for when the pile will be complete, I just wanted to lay it out there. Perhaps there could be a common thread of "UFO Mondays?" Perhaps.