When Mojo is Happy

The mojo has been hanging around lately, so I'm indulging him as much as possible. No doubt he'll wait until I get ready to seam something before he grabs his hat, suitcase & heads out the door to Acapulco, so while he's here, I'm keeping him happy with lots of knitting.

File this under: No Sleeve Island for Me! I knit the sleeves first for my Sienna cardi & am now working on the back. I'm making my customary short-person mods & I'm kind of nervous because there's cabling on the fronts & I'm not sure how this is going to work out. If worse comes to worst, I'll have to frog, so more on that later...

I would've been further along with this project, but some knitter's ADD grabbed me & forced me to cast on this little project.

Baby Poonam in progress

I would probably already be done if I didn't have to stop every other row & admire this wee sweater for its cuteness. I keep looking at the front & admiring how this baby sweater is coming along. It almost makes me want to have another kid. I'm lying...no power on earth can make me want to have another kid, but I don't mind knitting for pregnant friends & that's who this Baby Poonam is for. The back is finished & hopefully, the next time you see this project, it'll be seamed & blocked & all ready for the mom-to-be. I even have buttons already.

I can barely stand all the cute

Well, mojo's calling & he wants a sandwich. Back to the knitting!

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New Things

So summer went by with nary a workout from me. Oh, I walked the dog, but I did it slow (she has to stop & sniff every single mailbox pole, so how fast could I go?). I did some beginner yoga now & then, when the guilt got to me, but for the most part, I worked, read & ate some very bad things, all while sitting on my butt.

Finally, a few weeks ago, I looked in the mirror & couldn't stand the submarine sandwich my middle had become. You never want to look at yourself and think "ewwww." I bought some running shoes & just started running. Oops, I mean walking/jogging. Er, mostly walking with a few one-minute jogs thrown in until I thought I was going to die right there on the sidewalk. The point is -- I stuck to it. I started eating better, too. I still eat what I want, but now I have one serving (non-lumberjack portion).

And I feel so much better. When I was sloshing around several weeks ago, it became clear to me that I didn't want to go out much at all. I didn't want to be social & that made me feel bad. Rather hermit-like. Ewww. Eating better usually kills my craving for sweets, so I haven't had dessert in a while & though I don't miss it, when I next decide I want cake, I'm going to have a (small) piece.

Once I started exercising again & feeling better, I got tired of my hair (good grief, this sounds like an entire mid-life crisis!). I'd been thinking about cutting it for months, but was using it as a security blanket, I guess, although all I ever did was wear it in a bun because I have huge hair & when unleashed, it just gets all bossy & takes over the conversation. So I cut it one day, on impulse. I knew if I thought about it any more, I'd chicken out.

If you've ever had hair down your back & suddenly, it's at your shoulders, you know that sometimes, it takes some getting used to. I'm getting used to it.

In between the running & the hair-cutting & the calming Weedinator down because I didn't tell him about the haircut beforehand, I've been knitting. Next time: some knitterly ADD.

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