First of all, to give you a sense of the kind of excitement happening around here, this is what I did last Saturday night. I took whatever was left in the bottle of rye (not much) over to my friend M.’s house, she made me a (delicious) Manhattan with chocolate bitters, and we both proceeded to continue writing our dissertations. I’m not complaining; it was better than attempting to keep putting words on the screen at my house…
This face pretty much captures the general malaise that is the end of the semester.
Lila in action. I like it over the top of other layers like this.
Snapped this picture for my mom, as this dress was a present from her last year. And also because this is my professor costume. (Thanks to K. for that description.)
Boh! I know it looks like he’s growling, but I actually snapped this at the tail end of a yawn. We took a walk in the arboretum earlier this week just before the skies opened, so we had the place to ourselves.
And, as my post title suggests, more turnstiling.
I really love the stripes.
Snapped this yesterday while writing on the porch. (Handspun eternity scarf number 2.)
This guy brought his ball and his bone out to the porch, but spent most of our time out there looking at me and pleading for belly rubs. Tough. Life.
A new section — back to orangey-red and yellow stripes, and after that, one more solid orangey-red block…
They are the best knitted things for coping with a never-ending winter. I haven’t picked up the needles in the last month, but I have been wrapping myself in warm things. And some of the times I do this, I remember to snap a picture. So, some knits in action. (And, of course, Boh in action.)
Snowbird and Boh keeping me warm on the couch.
Stripe study shawl.
Just Boh in action. Here he’s “helping” with my pile of grading.
Handspun eternity scarf — it matches my jacket perfectly!
Lightweight cowl — I don’t even remember the name of this pattern, but it’s got a loose-knit ribbing that drapes beautifully.
Spring break starts this morning, which means I can pause all of my teaching prep (for most of the week, anyway) and focus on my dissertation. I’m hoping to get a lot of writing done, and Boh is hoping for longer walks. Seems reasonable. (And maybe there will be time for knitting?)
Sometimes I have to put on pretty shoes (or any shoes) to get some writing done.
I baked myself a cake: strawberry buttermilk cake, to be precise. (Based on that Smitten Kitchen raspberry buttermilk cake that I’ve totally made and linked to, here, many times. Of course, too lazy to track down the link right now…)
Wrinkles and snoring.
This blue vest is my new favorite thing — it’s the birthday present I bought for myself. (Do you do this? If not, you should.)
Another handspun eternity scarf in action. This is the first one I knit.
I picked a fight with the driveway the other day. A sheet of ice, courtesy of some early morning freezing rain, means that I’ve got a bloody knuckle and a banged up hip. Tough to get old. My students were sweet, though — I held up my fist and one of them said, “What’s the other guy look like?”
This face is what I saw when I woke up on Thursday — I’d been trying to sleep in, and I didn’t set an alarm. Hello, sweetness.
Boh seems to know that I’m in the market for a little extra puppy love these days. I’ll take it.
Oh. My. Goodness. I swear, he puts that bone around his leg like a bracelet all by himself.
And then proceeds to take a nap.
Snowbird in action.
Boh performs “lap dog” quite well sometimes. Happy Friday, friends.
Hello, friends. This is pretty much what it looks like here at Chez Rooster. Except there’s more snow. (Which means there’s been a lot more shoveling…)
Sweetness from Boh.
A ridiculous outfit I found myself wearing sometime last week, and had to document.
Wrinkles. Snoring. Swoon.
Some mornings, this is the look I wake up to.
And some knits in action. Because if I’m not really knitting right now, at least I should be enjoying handknits, right? (Also, forgive this silly pose. If I want my neck in the picture, which is where the knitwear is, but also want you to be able to see my boots, some awkward posing is necessary. And I’m sure the hand on the hip is thanks to plenty of social conditioning. I cringe.)
I have been wearing the heck out of this handspun eternity scarf. I think the fiber was Pigeonroof Studios merino, and it is so so so soft.
Some grading and editing work at the coffee shop this morning. I treated myself to a dinosaur cookie.
Boh and I are hanging in there — lots of things are up in the air, and the to-do pile grows ever larger. Thankful for a long weekend to try to catch up a little bit. Hope you’re all well — and warm in your knits!
First up, I knit a tiny hat for my best friend’s son. He’s just about six months old, and I’m hoping this will help keep him warm this winter.
Boh’s ears have been particularly entertaining this week.
Snowbird’s out-of-the-house debut! You can see here that the shoulders aren’t quite right; I think they are too shallow for my arms. But the most important part of Snowbird is that it covers my butt. Perfect for covering up for heading to the gym. (Boots because of the snow!)
More sweetness, and a huge arugula salad.
“Helping.” No matter that his ears are actually in the way.
One ear up for couch lounging.
And this series is from this morning.
From a look of complete boredom–what, you don’t like my conclusion?
To full-on, quite loud snoring. I love this dog.
That’s right. No knitting. I did pull on a handknit, handspun hat the other night, though, walking home from an incredible Neko Case concert. (Go see her on this tour. Amazing.) The hat was cozy and comforting. Maybe with the weather turning, I’ll find my way back. Things these days are full out: dissertation writing, course prep, job and fellowship applications, side projects. I seem to still be trying to be on top of my to-do lists for fall — how is tomorrow November?
The good news is that there’s plenty of sweetness ’round these parts. See?
Pie, the product of a request for a crust lesson. (We had a fantastic houseguest earlier this month.)
And then there’s this kind of sweetness.
And this. Love this dog.
Oh, and I guess I should show you this — closest thing I’ve got to knitting is knits in action. Grabbed my Kerrera sweater from the bin a few mornings ago when the temps dropped down into the 30s. (Forgive my filthy mirror.) I’m not quite ready for it to be this cold, but I imagine this will be in heavy rotation on cold mornings. Which knits do you wear when it starts to turn cold?
Spring! To celebrate, Boh and I headed into town and took one of our favorite walks.
The falls were raging — I can only imagine how fast they are flowing after this afternoon’s steady rain.
A couple hours of direct sunlight warmed up the porch enough that Boh and I could work (lounge) there on Saturday afternoon with a cup of tea. (Note: I am extremely upset about the burn marks on my beautiful yellow table, but I’m trying to move past it.)
Working on the second-to-last stripe, with Boh’s permission and close supervision, of course.
A little bit of dissertation writing on the couch today, wrapped in my terra shawl. Perfect for a damp spring day. Back to work — and to eating the Easter chocolate my mom sent me…