It's November. Well in, in fact. And I have about 2500 words of my novel for NaNoWriMo. And I don't really mind very much. It's a laudable goal, but it simply just isn't working for me this year. I didn't put in much effort, and between trying to keep up the running and the social life and the election craziness it just hasn't happened.
Instead of any self-flagellation about it, I'm just giving myself a better challenge. Why kill myself over a novel, when I could go crazy doing something more productive. Like knitting a sweater. I did it during the Olympics, which was what- 17 days? And there's 22 days left in the month. I still get to race, I still get the feeling of accomplishment... and unlike writing, which requires a laptop and time alone, I can knit while doing my other things. While watching the Daily Show and Dancing with the Stars episodes on my DVR. While hanging out with my friends and boyfriend in the evenings. And I miss knitting lately. Less than I would have expected, for how little I've been knitting... but still.
I have been doing a little knitting. I'm getting close to finishing the second ball of cashmere for my cashmere stole. And I did start the brown vine socks from the Fall Interweave Knits.
So now it's time to pick up my pointy sticks again, and knit myself a sweater. I even know EXACTLY what I want to make. It's the Olympics Sweater, redux! I have the yarn... I have the pattern... and I want to wear it desperately. It's a brilliant plan, really.
As a side note, I went to a Bond celebration at BoConcept, the furniture store downtown where I purchased my sofa. Their furniture was featured in the new Bond movie, so they held this cute little event to celebrate. The martinis were strong, the food was gone before we got there- but it was an excuse to wear some of my grandmother's rhinestones and head out on the town. Not a bad time at all! In lieu of knitting pictures... check it out.
Playing Bond
And me as a Bond girl.
