The Best Laid Plans

So I've been thinking about sweaters - specifically knitting sweaters for myself. I would really like to knit at least 3-4 that I could wear to work.

But since moving into my new office in early January, circumstances have forced me to re-think the possible patterns.

Because when I go to work, the first thing that happens is that I open a window in my office. In the middle of winter. Even during snowstorms.

I work in an historic building (old building, old steam radiators). My office is usually between 80-84 degrees.

This is the temperature in my office - after my window has been open all day.

But I get a chance to cool off at home while sitting in our drafty living room. Right now I'm wearing fingerless mitts and have a cowl pulled over my head as I type.  I'm not sure if the temperature in the living room is really that cool or if the sauna that is my office is thinning my blood.

Radio Silence

Can you tell I'm trying to make up for my poor posting? I can't believe that, until this past weekend I hadn't posted here since November. November!

My new position is partly to blame - both for taking up time, but also for not giving me fodder for the blog. My commute is down to about 5 blocks so there is less of an opportunity for interesting photos of the countryside. I could write a book about the incidents/people I deal with at work, but there are rules that prohibit such disclosures. Suffice to say that I may be living in a rural, bucolic area, but even those areas have an unsightly underbelly of crime.        

While I've been gone, there's been snow. And more snow. And then it all melts in very unseasonably warm weather. And then we get more snow. The first major storm was right before Christmas. We had nearly 2 feet of snow against our back door.

I thought we'd have to end up finding another way out of the house, but we managed to push the door open.

The one (and perhaps only) advantage to snowstorms is that one is excused for staying home and knitting the day away.

State of Ruth

For the first time ever, I took pictures of my TV screen.

Seeing this is what led to the crazy behavior.

I'm not sure what materials make up that collar, but she is rocking the look. This isn't the only collar she's worn with her judicial robe. She's wearing another one in her official photo.

Is it appropriate etiquette to say, "you go, girl!" to a sitting Justice of the US Supreme Court?

Unintended Shaping

I appreciate an hour glass figure...

just not in a knitted bag.

This has been all frogged. But I intend to cast it on again and either change to a larger needle for the color work area or else turn the knitting inside out so that the floats are on the outside of my knitting (which forces them to not be tight). Perhaps I'll need to employ both tactics. It's going to be a felted bag, but felting only covers so many mistakes.