Reports of my demise have been greatly exaggerated. It's just that I made the mistake of going to a conference in the middle of May. May is the time of the year when academic administrativa reaches a fever pitch, and I take off for four days of the week before graduation (me and about a thousand others who had their conference moved up two weeks and from New Orleans to Chicago after Katrina). Smaaaart. You can just imagine what I came back to. I think that was last week. But it's really hard to tell at this point. I have two big deadlines to get through and then it's just a matter of packing up 15 years worth of my predecessor's
random clutter files and office supplies for a move to summer temporary office digs. Because we figure that what fun is it if just your house is being torn to pieces, but why not have your office gutted too? Right.
So anyway, the conference, despite being at a terribly inconvenient time, was a ton of fun. Chicago is a fab city, and it was just surreal to go to a professional conference and hang out with my best friend and my favorite colleague and my former secret pal. Having Sara make a career change to the same field I'm in was a wicked good plan. There were no pictures, but we did make a trip to Loopy, at Ruth's most excellent suggestion.
There was a lot of Lorna's Laces there. There's less now. I have no further comment.
If you happen to go to Loopy, and you're hungry, seriously, Hackney's is around the corner on the architectural hidden gem called Printer's Row, and it's a fabulous bargain lunch with great service. The Loopy/Hackney's combo is a good reason to go back to Chicago in my book.
So the trip was great fun, really wonderful, and then there was this work stuff too--Minh made our poster look not-lame (no thanks to me), and good sessions, meeting, that sort of thing. That and the yummy food. And the wine and the knitting. But it was highly educational and professionally enriching. That's my story.
In further random news:
- I ordered a zipper for Rogue. There's all that sewing upping that has to get done, so it could be, oh, 6-7 months until it's actually wearable, but you know, the
major combat operationsknitting part is over.
- I'm kinda chicken about the zipper, truth be told. I might need a stiff drink before I actually sew it in. And do I hafta use a sewing machine? They hate me.
- Minh's participant observation study of knitbloggers in the wild seems to be paying off. He was overheard commenting that he couldn't believe I was knitting socks on triple-zeros, but he did like the magic loop method. Look out, because you might end up in some sociology journal someday if you're not careful. Scary thought.
- The Tudor Roses KAL starts today. I did some bellyaching about which yarn to use, but decided that I HAD TO HAVE a sweater's worth of DK Zephyr. Dude, I didn't even know such a thing existed, and if there was even a chance it would work for Elizabeth I, well then. Well, it's gorgeous. And way too thick for Elizabeth (yeah, that swatch is supposed to be 4"/10cm. I could recaclulate. I might recalculate. But first I have to try dyeing some Silk & Ivory and see how that works out. Remember that yarn diet? Yeah, ha ha.
- Oddly, after all my concern about a hand-dyed yarn (Silk & Ivory only comes in white, and I was hesitant to pay someone to dye it, worrying it would not strike perfectly evenly--most solid-color yarns are dyed as wool or roving and then spun), the Zephyr turned out to be dyed in the yarn too, and it shows. I still love it. The color is copper, which I can only think of as Claudia-colored. Maybe off-Cassie. I still haven't decided what color to dye the Silk & Ivory. There's a madder pot in my near future, and though I know there's no chance of an even strike with a natural dye pot, I have to confess I'm tempted. Further updates as events warrant.
- Despite the madness of my work-life, I'm anticipating that things will calm down in a couple of days (on the other side of the major mountain of work I'm climbing now). The family is taking off for a visit to the in-laws in a red state, and I'm, rather blissfully, staying home (I'll miss the kids, but I can do without the red state in-laws). Hence the madder pot. And rumor has it that the wool is coming my way. Most excellent.
- So if you happen to be passing by my way on Saturday night, on your way east from Cummington, drop me a line. My impending middle-age (shut up, I like to think of it as impending) is making me want to regress in the absence of the short people, so I plan to act, well, half my age (which a friend recently pointed out is the same age as a first-year college student, goddess help me). Email me at mama at mamacate dot com if you'd like to partake.
- About that last one? It might take me a few days to get back to you. Don't worry. I will. Just slowly.
- Oh, and this one's for Juno.
Let them eat cake!
Lee Ann called me a tensioned Cate tonight. I resemble that comment. But I aspire to become a lazy Cate as soon as possible. It's good to have goals.
That's it from here. See you Saturday!