This past weekend was fabulous. I can't stop thinking about all the sweet moments we had, and I can't believe it took me so long to realize how special you are.
I know that for ages I didn't pay enough attention to you, that maybe I was always using you for the dirty work. Ever since we met, I thought there was potential between us, but it seems like there was always something more pressing, distracting me from what could have been.
Do you remember when we first met? It was a disaster!
I never thought you'd speak to me again. But as time went on, we were able to get over those horrible first few months.
Then, something changed. Maybe you started wearing makeup or something, but wow, you really caught my eye.
Then, I realized that I wanted to spend more time with you, but I just didn't have the full time or resources yet. My first efforts were, if a bit naive, at least earnest.
But now? Now the wedding's over and done with, and my time is all yours. (Don't mind when I'm spending time with the Foyer or Sun Room, they're just friends. Really.) I think we could have something really special.
I'm so glad that the time has come for us to really get to know each other. We''ve come a long way baby.
(Note: I have a plea for help at the bottom of this post. For anyone who knows anything about Wordpress, and is planning on skimming this post, please, please, please, read the bottom paragraph. I am not above begging. Please.)
I am happy to report that the wedding went off without a hitch, and that the first 20 days of marriage have gone marvelously.
Yay for us!
I've been reluctant to start posting, because I feel like I should write a big-long-catch-up post with all sort of pictures and fun stories and details about the day, and the knitting and spinning I've done since, and well... that's a bit more than I can handle right now. I'm still relishing the last bits of newlywed-dom, and I've been dipping my toes in the social waters slowly, to keep a rein on The Schedule.
For now, here's one of the only pictures I have of the day yet:
We were blessed with gorgeous weather and amazingly enough, with only a few exceptions here and there, it was a very calm, relaxed and joyful day. Also, Eric and I were so happy to finally have our wedding day upon us, we were pretty much oblivious to everything except enjoying each other and the day. For me everything is a swirl of laughter and family and best friends. Most people say their wedding day flies by, ours was more suspended in a strange limbo, like it was outside of time. Just one long, happy, caught-in-the-moment sort of day.
After hosting Eric's sister and her boyfriend for a few days in Boston, we were able to spend a few days honeymooning in NH and it was GLORIOUS because it was the first time in over a year that we had more than a day all to ourselves with nothing to do. We golfed, we napped, we hiked, we napped, we watched movies, we napped and lounged out on the deck and napped.
I want to send my heartfelt thanks to everyone for their comments and wishes and apologize for not getting back to everyone individually - I want you to know that I appreciated all your kind words and you all know how wonderful it is to read the chorus of support from all these fabulous ladies who you respect and admire (and miss knitting with, also, maybe some spinning? Is it time to start planning a knitting party for the fall yet?)
And so now I'm back. My blog name is obsolete, and I'm working on launching a complete overhaul of the site, using wordpress and other fancy internet technology.
(This is where the begging begins.)
Any wordpress experts out there? I downloaded and set up wordpress about 3 months ago, and haven't logged on since, and it seems my password has expired - I would be forever grateful to anyone who could offer any help or direction on this. Thank you!!
I didn't realize that I'd have a chance to blog from out here, but luckily for me my youngest brother brought his laptop.
Unfortunately, I can't load up my pictures to his computer, but I had to post, because my parents just don't get how awesome this is.
Our hotel is 3 BLOCKS from Artfibers.
I've already been there twice.
I haven't bought anything. I've just petted. A lot.
But seriously, 3 BLOCKS.
So, yesterday we walked down to the waterfront and saw the sea lions and grabbed some food on the water - evidentially San Francisco is having freakishly nice weather 75 and not a cloud in the sky. The perfect day to be out and about. My fair Irish skin didn't know what to do at first, but after a good coating of sunscreen, I was able to limit the damage to a light burn.
We drove over the Golden Gate bridge to Sausalito last night and had dinner out on the water. I had no idea Sausalito was so gorgeous - the name doesn't have the same ring to it as Santa Barbara or Marblehead, but I felt like I was walking into a more northern version of the OC when we stumbled upon the block party on the water to raise money for the Sausalito Nursery School.
When I say block party, I mean that the cozy park right on the water was jam-packed with beautiful people drinking wine and dancing with their little ones to an awesome jazz/blues band. My college didn't have fund raisers so fabulous. It was the second time in a day that I felt like I had tripped into a little slice of heaven.
Did I mention that we're 3 BLOCKS from Artfibers?
Today, aside from going to Artfibers, we're hitting up an In-and-Out Burger and heading to Napa Valley.
When we last saw our intrepid heroine, she was deep in the clutches of wedding mayhem. Did she survive 5 weeks of chicken dances? Was she seduced by endless layers of wedding cakes? Will her liver ever recover from 4 straight open bars???
I am sure you've all been sitting on the edges of your seats.
Anyway, we went to our 4th wedding in 5 weeks this past weekend, and as wedding-ed out as I am, I have to say, it was the best traditional wedding we may have ever gone to. Just a perfect mix of good friends, good music, good dancing, a beautiful ceremony, a happy couple, and not *too* much to drink.
We had a lovely time.
Also, inspired by a musing in one of Stephanie's books, I brought my Hourglass sleeve to the church and worked on it while we were waiting for the ceremony to start.
Hourglass, she grows:
I'm starting to find the balance I was hoping for upon leaving the Man for self-employment and my knitting is getting some love again. I'm really enjoying Hourglass, but I need to root around for some good travelling knitting, because Hourglass is just too big for me to lug around. I like to travel light, and I'd like to have some space for yarn on the way back.
Because as if I haven't been doing enough travelling lately, I'm leaving for San Francisco on Thursday, and I'll be gone for 6 days. And contrary to the the tone of the previous sentence, I'm *really* looking forward to this trip.
First off, it's not for a wedding. That's a huge plus. Secondly, I'm going with my family and my father's planned all sorts of cool stuff, and really, I just always have fun with my family. The Cunninghams, they know how to have a good time. Thirdly, it's the last family trip that I'm going to be taking as a Cunningham, and Eric's not coming, so it's going to be nice time as a daughter/sister instead of as a separate adult unit. Does that make sense?
Anyway, we have all sorts of stuff planned, like a wine tour and a game at PacBell stadium, but I'm totally going to make time to do yarn shopping, so does anyone have any good suggestions?? I'd really appreciate it!
It's been a while since I've posted, or even dropped by blog-world at all. Trying to look on the bright side of all of this, I've decided that the best thing about being too busy to knit, blog or email means that I've been sheilded from seeing all of my friends going to the beginning of season sheep & wool festivals without me. ;)
Anyway, I started working for my father about 2 weeks ago, which has been great, but that alone wouldn't have kept me away from all my blog-friends this long. The whipped cream on the crazy-cake is that Eric and I have decided to semi-elope.
Yup. We've cancelled the big tradtional wedding that neither of us really wanted, and have decided to get married barefoot in the park, 6 weeks from now.*
So, wrestling with the decision ourselves and wrestling out the decision with our parents, and then communicating our decision to everyone has been a huge emotional and time strain the past two weeks.
I don't think words can portray how relieved we feel now that we've made this decision.
If you read back over the blog you continuously read things like "life has gotten away from us", "crazy busy", "whirlwind", "too busy to" and we're trying very hard to get our life under control. And spending all of our free time (which is precious little as it is) and a boatload of money (see also: precious little) on a huge traditional wedding because we perceived that is what other people wanted for us is ridiculous.
Speaking of weddings, we were also in Chicago this past weekend for a wedding. Highlights included baseball:
(Yes, we are standing behind home plate on Wrigley Field. The sock is in my jacket pocket, as I decided to spare Eric the embarrassment of posing with yarn on Wrigley Field, with all his high school friends in the stadium looking on.)
And this yarn:
I scored this beautiful, artyarns ultramerino, which I had been coveting, drooling and hating on Sandy about ever since that night in Grafton. I scored HUGE on these, and Sandy, does this count as me hating on you some more? Cause I scored these at less than half the price per skein than the ones in Grafton. I almost had a fit when I saw the price tag, and it was all I could do to remain calm until I was out on the sidewalk, because I didn't want to let on to the owner that anything was amiss.
Actually, I guess I wasn't as nonchalant as I thought, seeing that I took this picture in the shop about 10 seconds after the yarn was purchased.
(That's me, Rico-freakin-Suave.)
This is me and the yarn getting to know each other over a cold one.
And then my camera died. So you'll be spared lots of pictures of us dressed up at a wedding. :) Which is good because I have to wrap up this post and get to work. Happy Monday everyone!
------------ * Also, we're going to have informal parties in NJ and MA to celebrate with our family and friends later in the summer, but I'm not even going to start thinking about those until after we are actually married. There's only so much we can handle at a time.
(Public Service Announcement: For those of you here for the knitting and only the knitting, scroll down until you see pictures of the luscious Cash Iroha. I promise you, it's there.)
I'm starting to panic a little - I can feel the seconds slipping away (it's Thursday already!) and soon my week off will be over and I will be back to work. I've been trying to make the most of this week, seeing as they don't come around that often.
First thing I needed to do was go shopping. I went up to the Tilton outlets on the lookout for some new work clothes, and as always, Tilton didn't disappoint. I also scored huge on the sale rack at our local Ann Taylor. There is no better feeling than walking away with a cashmere sweater at a 85% discount. Yes, I scored that deal and it made me giddy on the inside.
(I should admit this now. I like to shop. For things other than yarn, though I also love the yarn shopping. I'm serious about my shopping, I like to look around, weigh the options, touch, feel, ponder the selections, and I'm not happy about it unless I feel like I got the right thing for the right price. It is not coincidence that I spent the first day of my week off shopping. Ahem.)
But, discount shopping and prancing around in my new clothes all by myself is not the only thing I've done this week.
I also mailed in my application for licensure to the Commonweath of Massachusetts Board of Public Accountancy.
I unpacked these boxes, cleaned out my closet and made a bag for Goodwill.
I need to do something with those.
Also, I started on the garden.
Okay, I shopped for stuff for the garden.
I can't wait to have fresh herbs this year! I'm keeping them in the window for now, and then in a week or so, I'll put in some of the veggie plants in containers outside. (Not purchased yet. Which means: more shopping!)
And I stirred up the compost bin.
This is the first year we've been composting, and I cannot tell you how excited I was to find that under the most recent layer of compost fodder was a rich dark fabulously amazing compost. I did it right! I mean, composting just means that your dumping all of your organic waste and letting it decompose, but we've been doing it in a garbage can and I wasn't sure it was going to work right.
But, it did!! I must be really good at throwing stuff away!!
Also I brought the Crown Vic in for maintenance. Poor thing is leaking coolant everywhere, threatening to overheat, sieze the engine and all that fun stuff. We'll see if she makes it past this.... if you could keep your thoughts and prayers with her, it would really mean a lot to us. We're just not ready to lose her. Thanks guys.
So, by yesterday morning I was feeling like it was all work and no play around here. So I decided to lounge in bed for awhile, reading and knitting.
Yes, it was as fabulous as it looks.
That's the Hourglass sleeve V.2, and I must say the no-seam hem is a wonder. It looks just like I think it should and I am extremely glad that I ripped and tried again.
(phew! It only occured to me after the fact that I could have taken the one sleeve off the needles and started the second sleeve in the new manner, risk free. I mean, if the other way didn't work well, then I might have ripped it all FOR NOTHING. But it all worked out.)
So I spent most of the early part of the day yesterday knitting, and then I went to pick Eric up for the second week of the Cunningham Cup. I contemplated bringing my sock to knit while golfing, but decided it wasn't a very good idea. Has anyone ever knit while golfing? I'd love to know how it worked out.
So, here's the sleeve after a morning of knitting on it.
I'd like to get more done on it today, so I'm going to wrap up what might be the world's longest post about nothing at all and get to it.
I don't know where even to begin. Today is the first day of my in-between-jobs week. The week I'm supposed to catch up on life. You know, wedding spinning stuff, laundry, taking the knitting crown vic in to the shop, knitting cleaning out the corners of the house spinning where big stacks of unpacked boxes hide.
You know. All the important stuff that's gone by the wayside lately.
I don't even know what to write about Thursday & Friday, which I got to spend with all my knitter friends due to Stephanie's signings. It was like the best of all worlds.
On Thursday night I got to hang out and have really interesting and funny conversations with some of my favorite people. And I bought this:
(Below the roving is seen some of the stacks of books I need to find a place for this week. Guess what in the picture I'd rather be working on.)
Friday night was like Thursday night blew up (in a good way). Everywhere I turned there were knitters, good friends I see often, people I wanted to catch up with, people I hadn't seen since SPA, knitters who I had only previously known through their blogs.
On top of it, Friday was my last day at my old job, so it was like 48 hours filled with more goodness than I could handle.
It was almost like a dream sequence.
I can't even begin to do it justice. I'm sitting here in my PJs, exhausted from the rest of the weekend, trying to figure out how I'm going to launch my week off, and the words just aren't coming. I don't know how to describe how silly and fun it is to hang out with people who share a passion. And who can see the humor in how passionate we are about it.
I started writing this post and I realized that it was going to sound just like a hundred other posts I've written.
"Life is a whirlwind."
"So busy lately."
"Not much knitting."
And yes, life has been mind-numbingly busy lately. But I have to admit, it almost always has been for me, and probably always will be. I thrive on busy. I love juggling a million different things, and if I don't feel adequately challenged, I am miserable and miserable to be around, and it's not long before I fill up my time to the point that I am *busy* again.
(Side Note: This is exactly the reason I started knitting. I quit a job where I was working a million hours and almost every weekend, and BOOM all of a sudden I had more free time than I could handle. Knitting practically saved me from going out drinking every night because I didn't know what else to do with myself. Up until that point, being in my early twenties, that's what we did for fun. We worked a lot, and when we weren't working, we went out for drinks. It was fun while it lasted.)
Busy this past week has looked something like this:
It's springtime! It's time for friends, and dinners, and ducking out of work for an afternoon of sushi and leaving drinks, and rounds of golf, and the true herald of spring, as seen above, the first lobster dinner of the season. No quite warm enough to have been eaten outside, but nice enough to have all the windows open to air out the place. (Picture courtesy of Kim. You know, my awesome friend Kim I always talk about, but can't convince to learn to knit.)
This time of year gets my blood flowing. I want to see all my friends that I haven't seen in months because it's been too cold, too dark to want to leave the house. There are book signings, and sleepovers and family parties and I love them all.
Unfortunately, this sort of busy usually means not a lot of knitting.
In fact, there's been negative knitting.
Hourglass this weekend:
Hourglass last night:
In doing my first picot edge for my Jaywalker, I learned how to hem using a provisional edge, picking up and K2tog. I wish I had learned this BEFORE I cast on for Hourglass, because I was really unhappy with my cast on edge, and had serious concerns about how nicely it would seam up.
And so on Sunday night I unceremoniously ripped the whole thing. I'm not really upset about it... it's mindless stockinette that goes fairly quickly, and as it's my first sweater for myself, I want it to be perfect, because I know me. Something like that would bother me to no end, and the sweater would never see the light of day.
This yarn is way too gorgeous to sit in the back of a closet people.
Gotta run! It's 70 degrees out and I'm off to grab lunch with a friend. It might be the last normal work lunch I ever grab in Boston.