You know, Lola, sometimes I really hate it when you are right. This is one of those moments where I finally gave in and admitted that my sister did, in fact, know best. For the past three or four days, I have been agonizing - we're talking hand wringing, "the sky is falling", what the hell am I going to do agonizing - over what to knit for my Aran knitting class this weekend, and I've come up with nothing. Nothing. Hell, last night, I spent most of Knit Night working with Joanne trying to set up my own Aran a la EZ and still I was not happy with the results.
But . . . after talking to Lola today, I finally took her advice. "What about A Fine Fleece? There were some pretty nice Aran knits in there." Ummm . . . a book. A knitting book. A knitting book I've looked at for quite a while. A knitting book I've looked at for quite a while and always put down. Why? Why did I always put it down? Probably from the boxy look of the sweaters, their general lack of shaping, the necklines. You name it - I probably took umbrage with it. However, I bought it at Borders today. Know what? It still has tons of sweaters with boxy construction and is lacking all sorts of waist shaping . . . but I can make it work. The lovely Arans more than made up for it.
Lola has apparently lost her knitting mojo; I, on the other hand, have lost my photography mojo, hence the lame Flickr mosaic. I plan on taking an SLR photography class at our local vocational school, so I am hoping that it might reinvigorate me. Any suggestions for Lola?
The Flyer has the flu - not the flu - and has been home for the past three days. Whatever it is, it's knocked him on his ass. Hopefully he gets over it soon since someone (and I'm not going to say who, but he currently has the flu) turns 40 in a few days . . . which means I have some birthday planning to do.