Time Moves So Very Swiftly Here...

There's something about August. It makes me a little crazy every year. It's HOT. It's usually humid. There are sometimes hurricanes looming and wreaking havoc. Our fiscal year at work is winding down, budgets have to be produced for the new year (which cooresponds to the Federal government's October 1 beginning)...School is starting...Fall is trying hard to make an appearance, at least in the retail outlets. And because it's school-time, it feels as if it should be Fall and I should be pulling out the wools and tweeds, which makes me want to knit knit knit knit knit....

But.

It's August, and the Ticker above is counting down, and time moves so very swiftly ever more quickly towards that weekend that always comes too soon! No...no. NOT Labor Day!

National Capital Cat Show weekend.

And so. It's SEW SEW SEW SEW SEW....
(ha ha)
But. Desperately, as much as I have to sew, I want to knit. I don't get it. Both are creative processes and make my heart sing - why can't I focus on the sewing when it's necessary...why am I pulled in the opposite direction? (sigh)

And the other thing I want to do?

Cook. All the fresh veggies and fruits. I want to can, and freeze, and cook. (And of course, with Fall on the horizon, I want soups and stews and breads...)

So while there's really not a lick of time for this here you go:
The magazines jumped into my cart this week (there are some intriguing recipes in that Real Simple). The book I'd reserved at the library awhile ago and it finally arrived yesterday. It's a knitting novel, so you know I have to read it...

I really don't read or knit at home much these days. Only at work, and only at lunch. I read while I knit the stockinette parts of my socks. And oh, well I guess you could say I knit a bit at home - during the news, because, news junkie that I am, I still watch the evening news (local and national). And socks take shape during these hours...
Do you think perhaps my sock mojo is returning? I finshed the first Nothern Lights Feather & Fan Sock today and cast on the toe of the second one during lunch.

And, btw, there's more to the hairstyle story. It turned out to be not such a wonderful cut after all...once the mousse was out. The cut was . . . well. I had it recut tonight, different stylist. Give me a few days. I'll let you know how I like it, once I've played with it enough to know. She did say, "Do you feel lighter?" and I had to admit I did. Much lighter. But it's not super short. Promise.

Still. No photos until I can decide whether I can make it look decent or not. You know how it is? You leave the place knowing full well that you can never recreate what that stylist did. So you have to find your own way. It happens. It just takes a bit.

(sigh)

Now...I just wish I could put on the brakes a bit...time just trundles right along, you know?