Post Indian summer

Thank heavens for the good soul who invented the leaf-blower.





I harbor a healthy distaste for fall weather…but the skies sure are pretty these days.

Actually doing stuff

The very second I have a minute unoccupied with homework, music lessons, or obligatory comic creation, there will be some sleeve blocking, some seaming, and I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL FINISH THIS SUCKER.

Virtual pencil-pushing

Personal goal: write another play to submit by March.

I can do this.

I can!

So this time around, I want to give romance a try. Well not exactly romance, but some romantic interaction (if that just made any sense at all). I have a starting plot :D

This time around I'm going to try to keep tabs on the ol' blog. …If my writing sucks/stinks/makes you want to vomit, please alert me and I'll end your online suffering.

Have a summary then:
Hopeless romantic chess-champion Calvin Dunn is waiting for the perfect girl. Britney Carr may be charming and confident, but her grades are far from perfect. With militant teachers, chess tournaments, and the dreaded TRAUMA's (Test of Rational Analysis Underlying Mathematical Application) ahead, will Calvin ever get a chance to tell Britney how he feels?

This will be quite the project :P

FO: Monarch

Yarn: Malabrigo Lace in Glazed Carrot (such a yummy orange).
Pattern: Baktus


Sometimes, life is like a scarf. A good idea at first, and it starts out well. You have to work at it some, but a challenge is fun. But eventually you just get tired. Things are dragging on much longer than you thought they would. Mistakes are made all too easily, and they get harder and harder to fix. Nothing is turning out how you pictured.
It takes courage, confidence, and maybe even a little insanity to rip it to shreds and start over.

But it's all worth it in the end.


Look out, Fall. Here I come.

Riiiiiip

You take too long, you never lie flat, and you need to bulk up. Sayonara, Haruha.


Mmm, yarn carnage.

Sun been down for days

Unable to think of a proper title, I opted for the so very original song lyric.

Onwards!
Presenting some recently acquired items:

A cactus

A bangle

Some buttons

A sketchbook

And better-than-classic literature ;)

I just downloaded an immense amount of photos from Phipps Conversvatory, so those should be up soon…am I forgetting anything?

Slowly getting back into knitting, what with school being mean and taking all my time away.

ALSO! I looked through my archives. Oy vey. I deleted a ton of uselessness from three years ago (was I really that annoying?! …Don't answer that), and now Thinking in Magenta is slightly more clean, and well, tasteful.

And with slightly less of these: ;P

Personal style

I loved Katie's so much, I had to do my own :)



Now before you all go whining about me not drawing the surely hideous clothes I wore throughout my tween years, consider this: from first grade to eighth grade, I wore a polo, plaid skirt, kneesocks, and approved leather shoes five days a week, 180 days a year. I HAD NO STYLE. I HAD A UNIFORM.

The only significant changes (besides my freedom of dress) are that I got my ears pierced, I stopped wearing multicolored socks, my hair turned inexplicably wavy, and the popularity of skinny jeans now shows off my bird legs all the time.

When I was six, I had a pair of tennis shoes that lit up when I walked.
At least my taste in kickass shoes hasn't changed ;D

A summary of summer

June: three rivers, family reunion





July: feathers, picnic, crashing chandeliers, vacation


















August: Madison, robots, gills












Who knows what the next months are gonna bring (I wish I did, though)…

Getting around

To knitting (FINALLYYYYY)



And art


And reading (for myself, at last)

To review his life, was like descending a green tree in fruit and flower, and seeing all the branches wither and drop off one by one, as he came down towards them.
'From the unhappy suppression of my youngest days, through the rigid and unloving home that followed them, through my departure, my long exile, my return, my mother's welcome, my intercourse with her since, down to the afternoon of this day with poor Flora,' said Arthur Clennam, 'what have I found!'
His door was softly opened, and these spoken words startled him, and came as if they were an answer,
'Little Dorrit.'

-Charles Dickins, Little Dorrit

And a new layout! Woo! Hopefully new buttons will follow soon enough.

Summer's nearly over. Sheesh, it went fast. Pretty soon it'll be chilly and wet and I'll need to wear scarves and hats.
…Hopefully not that soon, though ;)

I'll have to crack down on holiday knitting as well. Or at least, knit things for myself to wear in the holiday season, haha.

I want to make more socks. Hmm.

Yadda yadda yadda

These days I have no motivation.

At all.

Really.

*headdesk*

I'll get around to real posts soon enough. I just need to work up to it.

Last summer I managed to write stories on a deadline. This year?

…

I need to get myself together.