Lately, my life has been reduced to a bunch of lists. It’s the only way I can remember to get anything done. Problem is, I often forget to add stuff to the lists. I remember for a second, but then, it goes away again. For instance, I need to make an appointment to get my hair colored, but I only remember for about 5 seconds about 2 or 3 times a day. I’ve been meaning to call for an entire week, but I can’t get it on the list. And it always seems to pop into my head when they’re not in the salon.

And so it goes with knitting. I’ve barely been doing any lately because I have so much else to do. I want to knit, I just can’t figure out what, when, and for how long. So I now must make a list of that, too. I’m going to‚ try to get to some‚ unfinished objects and try to tie up all those loose ends. And then weave them in.

1. First and foremost, non-blogable gift knitting. I know what it’s going to be, pattern, yarn, the whole thing. I just need to get the pattern, yarn, the whole thing.

2. Olympic Knitting. Yeah, I never finished it. Jon’s sweater needs another sleeve, a neck, and some seaming.

3. Charlene’s Scoop du Jour. I have the back entirely finished, just need a couple of sleeves and two front pieces. Buttons are the fun part.

4. Branching Out I started this and screwed it up a while ago. I need to either rip it out entirely or frog it to the section right before where I messed up. It’s fuzzy mohair. Either way, this is going to hurt.

5. Seamus. Sweet Seamus. I got a couple inches done on the cabley bit and that was it. Still love it, still want it. It will be done.

But before any of this, I must knit two of the ugliest ties you’ve ever seen. There’s a Book Expo in D.C. in a couple of weeks and the publishers want to kitsch it up a bit. The pattern I’m using is one of the two that Marnie actually created for the book. There’s also a granny square tote bag. For someone who designs and knits such beautiful things, she does ugly really well. A little too well, some would say. She said that‚ it almost ruined her knitting cred on the bus to work in the morning. Her fellow passengers weren’t used to seeing her with a crochet hook in one hand and a granny square in the other.

Once the ugly is over, it’s on to real knitting. No cans, no crochet hooks, no kitsch. ~sigh~ It’ll be good to get back. And just in time for NH Sheep and Wool! Anyone going? I’m taking my mom on Saturday, and I do believe my dad is coming as well. Wooooo!