Monday, February 25, 2008

Monday Markers

I'm on my own for a few days, so I am taking advantage of staying up until all hours with all the lights on, listening to podcasts as loud as I want to and doing some dreaded organizing. I have most of the paper clutter that threatened to eat our desks under control, unless you count the 10 new books I have sitting here that I haven't found a place for and I don't count them so there. After conquering paper I moved on to the other thing threatening to take over our apartment, knitting.

I have been stashing yarn and WIPS in ziplocks, rotating stash, organizing projects, turning scraps of paper in to actual project outlines, spending too much time on Ravelry, and distracting myself from feeling sickly by generally doing a little decluttering and destashing around the apartment. I had gotten to the underbrush of stitch markers and ball bands that inhabit my desk jungle and stashed them into the little wooden watch box I keep by my desk. It was hard to close so I continued in the spirit of the afternoon I cleaned it out. See what I found inside?

Zero Markers

The random sampling of stitch markers represented in that box show that my zer0 markers far outnumber sets made by other talented friends. I love and frequently use the other stitch markers I have, but there is something so compelling about Aija's wrapped beads and freshwater pearls. Obviously I don't need anymore stitch markers, but in writing this quick little ode to zer0, I made the mistake of going to Aija's zer0 markers etsy store. Augh! Someone go save me from the green and garnet pearls and the lava rock stitch markers, will you?

In other news of the day, I was a witness to a minor accident immediately behind me. Never waive someone out in front of you unless you are absolutely 100% positive it is clear AND you are willing to take liability if it isn't clear. If you do waive someone out in front of you, don't be a weasel and blame the driver who got hit by the car you waived out.

After stopping to give my name as a witness, I finally obtained a library card, scoped out knitting books and ran in to a knitting friend who I discovered was a shelver at my library. After the library, I gave up on ever fitting in to my sister-of-honor dress and took it to the tailor. I also might have maybe given the tailor my brand new Curvilicious Cardigan knitted in Rowan Calmer and a specially ordered zipper so I wouldn't have to sew it in myself. I have guilt about that.