Friday, January 13, 2006

I'm So Excited! I Finished Something!

I was feeling kinda down tonight after work.

I had made an appointment to go see a physiotherapist next week about my hand and the reality of the situation was weighing on me. After working late to make sure I had everything prepared for some training on the weekend, I came home to an empty house. Andrew is working tonight.

My UFOs were and still are sitting on the table where I left them the night I realized that the Fair Isle hat was the reason it hurts to scratch my back. All that yarn and all those needles were just sitting there in their plastic bags with their patterns hanging out like a collective group of tongues stuck out at me, taunting me for hurting myself on yet another project.

I heated up some supper (spaghetti, lovingly prepared by Andrew last night while the doctor was destroying my hope of surviving January with my sanity intact) and then sat on the couch to watch a movie while I "dined" (oh, the fun of Friday nights). After I ate, I couldn't help but notice that I felt empty inside. At first i thought it was the fact that I was watching a shoddily made movie, but then I realized, I wasn't knitting. That's when empty feeling got bigger.

So, against the advice of oh, so many health experts, I pulled out a project... and I'm happy to say, that I finished it.

It certainly didn't take me as long as some other projects. While I will admit that I did work on it a little bit last night, I really dug in tonight and finished it off.

I don't have a photo of my project, but here's a photo from the designers website.


My Finished Object looks almost the same, except it's empty.

Pattern details: Well, I didn't really have a pattern so much as a teaspoon and a hankerin' to see the bottom of the pint. I didn't swatch, nor did I care if I got gauge. I just dug right in there and worked away at it. Ok, I do admit to being a spoon flipper if that helps you to imagine the process.

Materials used: Ben and Jerry's Fossil Fuel - Sweet Cream Ice Cream with Chocolate Cookie Pieces, Fudge Dinosaurs and a Fudge Swirl

Thoughts on the process: I would definitely do this again. Although it is making my jeans a little snug, I am contented with the result of this project. Burp.



  1. PLLLUUEEEASE start a knit-along for this one!!!! I want to make one too!!!!

  2. I second that!

    I'd really like to make a Cherry Garcia, but need the motivation to start it!

  3. MWAHAHAHAHAAH, been there, done that.

    While I used to be ever-so-faithful to Cherry Garcia, I now alternate between it and Chunky Monkey.

  4. I KNEW if I came to this blog I would get cheered up! Thank you.
    Ice cream sounds like a right fine idea!

    I'm not cheered up that you have tendonitis BTW. My sympathies.

    ALL the housework items on your list of things to do involve extensive use of your hands. So maybe you should tell DH that you are medically dis-allowed from such activities?

    -- Janey, a housework-hater

  5. I am going to devise a one handed menu for you. Or... an able handed, one-opposable-thumb menu for you.
    Do you have a food processor?
    I'll prepare both kitchen appliance and manual instructions.
    Give me a few days and my friends and I will sort you out.

  6. Anonymous9:58 a.m.

    I have a confession to make. I have never tasted Ben & Jerry's ice cream. I know. I'm not sure why. Perhaps because I don't get a lot of ice cream opportunity around here (Mr. Moe isn't into ice cream AT ALL. Pie seems to be his thing. And chocolate chip cookies, which I totally support).

    Chunky monkey sounds like my speed though.

    Get well soon, Steph.

  7. Ahhhh, Steph. I'm so sorry - I can only imagine the (itchy) agony of looking at your wool...and having it just look back at you, pleadingly. My sympathies, and wishing you a quick recovery. (I need some of those wishes too if you have any to spare...I sprained my ankle today taking out the green bin. Darn me and my ecologically-minded tendencies.)

    Btw, good choice on the fossil fuel...Mr. Munchkin and I tend to roar loudly when we find a pudgy, fudgy dinosaur in the icey swirls. Then I let him eat it.