the right tools

as most or all of you know i have been knitting a clapotis (mind you ill advised and with warnings) mel and i have talked about doing a knit a long for a long, long time. one of my first etsy purchases was a set of clap stitch markers. you need eighteen. so i bought them and saved them and felt more then obligated to use them when the knit a long commenced. must say this was all before susan decided ordinary stitch markers were not good enough for me and gave me my first hand made set of sterling swarvoski crystal big rock diamonds. i will never be the same.

but, under the you know who theory of use what you have (and i did not have enough diamond rocks and they were also on another project) i commenced knitting the project i was told not to do. sometimes you just have to rebel. i will blame it on mel. i love, love the yarn (shaefer) kinda don't really get where the project is going, but i am hanging in there, i am a major loyal player. but, i hate, hate, hate the eighteen kinda tacky stitch markers. not really tacky, just not sterling and well gorgeous to the eye and hand. susan spent our entire girls day other then making the most amazing lunch from what she had in her fridge with no advance plan. please, i cannot do that kinda stuff. in addition to everything else she can do she can create a gourmet lunch with no notice and no ingredients. i digress. fixing (follow this run on mess if you can, it is a little challenge) my clapotis wine induced mess. i was kinda bratty to be honest, i feel i have progressed so much that she has not had to look at a dropped stitch for months. she didn't really see it that way. her comment was that is was all a big blur was all i can't really remember, just seams like i have been fixing your messes since i was a small child. i was patient. but, damn it took her a long time and she kept using words i have never heard. ok, there were six inch loops of yarn hanging between the dropped stitches. gotta keep her on her toes.

again i digress from my point which is huge. i hate those damn stitch markers more then the entire mess i made of the project. they poke at my fingers and do not look like diamonds. they just don't feel good. then i had a brain flash. didn't i give my girls those special silver and copper handmade markers for our first julian retreat and didn't i have some too? i am so sick of flipping those irritating things back and forth as i knit and purl i could scream, so, went diving lo and behold found them and worked them in. i am in heaven nothing to rotate, too complicated to explain but for now trust me, you would lose your mind fooling with these things every sixth stitch. i just ordered another set. i am short two and you know how easily they fly away. i am in a much better state of mind. they just look and feel beautiful and simple. cause we all know i am all about simple.

susan, i have a request, can i borrow two from you until my order comes in? i just need my tools for life to go smoothly. this could be the ticket.

i have stalled as long as possible to approach dinner. time. leftovers. baseball on the tv? is there anything more boring?

signing off, guess who??