Time Warp Fiber

Well, we made it. I sit now in quite a nice apartment, in which the only furniture is an air bed. Oh yeah. With Butthead starting work immediately upon arrival, we haven't had the time to buy anything yet. I'll post photos of the apartment when there's something in it. 

To back pedal a bit, I have some photos from my graduation. For those who don't know, I graduated from Wake Forest University in North Carolina with degrees in  Anthropology and History. That's right, zero marketable skills. My plans now are to take a year to detox from the stressful and frankly hostile environment of Wake Forest. I was so burned out and used up this year that I think some distance will do me good. After that, I intend to head back into the degree mill and eventually be a professor. The stodginess of academia gets to me, but it beats the evil that is corporate america. Anyway, this is a photo of my jaywalker and I enduring the many speeches at commencement. It was unbelievably hot in the horrible black plastic dress, so not a lot of wool happened. This other graduation photo is of the sweater I knitted for the occasion, It's in Nostalgia, a Berroco cotton/acrylic blend with a little nylon strand of glint. The yarn behaved well, but the balls are tiny, barely 100 yards, and I think 8 out of my 11 had knots. The pattern started as a Knitting Pure and Simple Neckdown wrap. I, of course, changed it. Mine had short sleeves. I also added side vents to make room for curves (which is a nice way of sayiing booty). And I altered some of the finishing details for a cleaner look. I'm very pleased with the  way in fits and looks, and I've worn in several times already. 

Moving on, I didn't knit as much as I though I would in the car. If you have never seen the desert, you must. I've traveled all over the east coast, but never west. It's a different world. The Appalachian  Mountains are very old, and so they are worn to smooth curving lines, softened by trees. But the Rockies are (comparatively) young, and are covered in jagged, crinkled lines. The first photo is from the Arizona Welcome Center. No wonder they call it the painted desert. The next photo is out the CRV window near the California/Arizona Border. Neither of these photos do even the slightest justice to the sheer scale of the desert. The size is truly humbling. We could see mountains for a full hor before we actually reached them. That means that they were visible for 75 miles. Unbelievable. Needless to say, I spent far more time gaping at the desert than knitting. 

I know this entry has been exceptionally long winded. I'll end by saying that tonight I seek out the tribe. I'm going to walk the two miles to the nearest yarn shop for their Knit night.  This is a big step for me, I'm rather shy around new people. However, I will go completely mad if I just stay in the empty apartment with only Tux to keep me company. Wish me luck.