Random as a Way of Life

Have you seen the new Summer Interweave Knits? I am so stoked for two reasons.

Reason number 1: LACE. ‘Nuff said, considering I currently have an obsession with l-a-c-e.

Reason number 2: Bonita Shirt by Mercedes Tarasovich-Clark

Mercedes owns my favorite LYS here in the dirty armpit of the south, or as we like to call it, Alabama. She is an amazing chick who has an awesome shop, Knit Nouveau, and she and the shop and her staff are kick ass. They have a great selection of yarn and accessories and they will help you with anything and always have sound advice. Her shop is proof that customer service is not dead yet. I could not be happier for her that she is now published! And with a gorgeous pattern to boot! This lovely top has, of course, been added to my "I will make this before I die" list.

And my little sister, who is a pretty bad ass ballet (hard "t") dancer, is going to be performing the piece that she did for the Synarts thing last Friday with a dance company here in Birmingham. In fact, she’s going to be in 5, yes FIVE (or in Korean, pie-buh), different dance pieces that will be performed in August for 3 nights at the Children’s Dance Foundation. I am so happy for her! Please come out and support them. You can even sit next to me if you want. I’ll be down center and in the front row with the giant foam finger and the air horn, cheering my sister along while she performs her "routines". Would you mind holding the giant sign that says, "WE LOVE YOU, SISAHTER!!"? I’d appreciate it. Thanks.

Also, and I don’t remember if I mentioned this already or not, because my memory is slipping and I might have that old-timers disease, but I have been asked to start getting some scarves ready for Zan’s again for this fall/winter. I’m stoked about that too. Or really really excited. Or both. And I need to finish the scarf that I currently have on the needles (of which I still haven’t taken a picture), and get started on a scarf that I’ve been designing in my head for quite some time and finally think I am ready to make it and see if I am sheer mad genius brilliant or incredibly stupid (and crazier than normal to boot). The knitting will tell.

There was something else I felt compelled to share with all you imaginary internets people (and the, what, 3 real people I know that read this thing?) and I can’t remember what it was…..oh wait. I remember.

Does anyone else do this? I write religiously on my blog and I love it when people read it and leave comments or mention that they read it when I see or talk to them (the real people in the flesh, not the imaginary ones in my head….ok sometimes the ones in my head too, but that is neither here nor there), but at the same time, I am a little freaked out by this.

I suppose there’s just no pleasing me, really.

Sometimes I write somewhat personal stuff on here and what not or just tell you things without thinking too much about what I’m saying because some part of me believes that no one actually reads this thing. (Bob, Kate, Naomi, and Viv, I know this is not true, but just bear with me for a minute, k?) Or, that there are people who read this but don’t know me from Adam or Atom or Eve for that matter and so there is some security in the anonymity of the internets and the blogging. Sort of. I think it’s the fact that when I sit down to write anything on my little blog, it’s just me and the computer and I can say anything, or rather, type anything on here and the computer doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t judge, doesn’t frown or tell me that I’m inadequate or smelly or anything like that. So I get this sense of freedom and even reckless abandon and I will write anything. And while I’m writing, I forget that other people will read this. People that I know. People that I don’t know, because while I’m typing it, it’s just me and the screen and the keyboard. And when I hit publish? I’m just saving my writing to go back and read it at some later date to see what it was that I was thinking on that particular day.

However, I also love it when my real life flesh friends read it and leave me comments or say something to me about it. And I love it when people I don’t know in real life, but have an internets relationship with read it and leave me comments (Kate, Bob, you know who you are.) And yet on the flip side of that, I’m very reluctant to say to my friends, "Hey, read my blog!" because that seems kind of self-serving or self-centered. At least, to me it does. But I do love it when people read this and think that I have some talent at writing, or at least conveying some thought or idea on this crazy medium. Or that I have something funny or interesting to say.

Damnit, I think I’m talking in circles again and I’m getting dizzy. OK, to make a very long and circuitous story short,…..well it’s not really a story is it? I think I was trying to make a point. Or maybe a statement. Or perhaps it’s a pointed statement I’m trying to make? I think, in the end, it is this. There really is just no pleasing me. No, that’s not it because that’s not true.

OK, I think what I’m trying to say is that….oh screw it. Don’t you have something you should be doing right now? You know, something…..productive? Well? Shouldn’t you be doing that already? Sheesh.

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