You knit where?!

Stealth post!

Just a quick note to say I love my new job and I have a new house- the Most Awesome House I've Ever Seen(tm). Yes, I'm serious. It's really fricking awesome. It makes me feel like Scarlett O'Hara with its huge verandahs and- I kid you not- 3-4 bedrooms and a dressing room that is bigger than my old bedroom. Unbelievably, the rent isn't even prohibitively expensive! It's about $20 a week more than it would cost to share a two bedroom unit. We move in on Friday, "we" being myself and a lovely lass I work with.

Igor is still with my old housemate who is being so lovely to him that he will probably sulk for weeks when he arrives, because I am cranky and mean. Just ask him! Anyway, he should be arriving this weekend if all goes to plan. I guess it's probably not normal to say I miss waking up with a mouthful of cat fur, but then, I've never thought 'normal' is something to aspire to.

I don't generally talk about work, but I will make an exception to say that I wrote a story about alpacas, and my editor described it as "a nice alpaca yarn"- I couldn't stop laughing.

In conclusion: life is just darn peachy. hooray!
There will be knitting or otherwise crafty content here soon- would you believe I've been so busy I haven't even made it to the Spotlight yet?

Re-beginning

So, the yarn's been put away, the clothes hamper is mysteriously empty, and packing boxes are out- yup, I'm moving again.

On Monday I start a new job in a Small-But-Still-25-Times-Bigger-Than-This-Place Town, where I know not a soul and will have to worry about my lack of parking ability. On the plus side, there are knitters, and there's a Spotlight! Huzzah.

The first thing I did when I discovered I got the job (after the Oh-Dear-God-Moving-Again! shakes had worn off) was to check Ravelry to see who else knits there. At last I won't be alone! I figured that even if I don't know anyone, getting to know the other knitters is a good place to start.

I've been pretty anxious about this new move, as it's going to be a whole new world of firsts for me. I'll have to deal with traffic, for one. I'm not as concerned about starting a new job as I ordinarily would be (ie, nervous wreck), but I think this is probably because all my nerves are focussed on worrying about where I will live, and whether Igor will be okay, and if my driving will pass muster in the NotVeryBig Smoke. To be honest, I'm just so sick of moving - four times in the past year, for crying out loud - that my brain just goes dead at the thought of it all.

On the plus side, I've been channelling all this nervous energy into something useful. Not as useful as say, packing, or cleaning, or finding somewhere to live, but useful nonetheless. I hereby present 'Mohair Yarn Reflux', so-called because it's not quite fugly enough to be yarnbarf, but it's only about one step away.

It's certainly very hair-bally. Igor decided to jump in front of the camera when I was photographing it, but as soon as he got close to the skein, he jumped about a metre backwards and ran off to hide under my bed. Since cats are supposed to play with yarn, and instead he was terrified by it, I'm reluctant to call this a successful yarn. On the other hand, it is at least identifiable as yarn, and the colours are pretty- in some bits!

It was 100% mohair -mysteriously-acquired-roving, definitely the hardest thing I have spun yet. It's navajo plyed, badly, because I am not sure whether I left my lazy kate in Perth or if it's in a box somewhere, and trying a new plying method seemed easier than finding out. I think the total length is something pathetic like 26 metres. It does have a purpose though- I'll use it to keep Iggy off my dressing table when I move.

Now, back to the packing...