I was going to write more about the crochet potholder swap, but I was brilliant and left the camera brain on my desk. I can't exactly extract pictures from across the miles. My mind powers are not sufficiently advanced yet. So, instead, I'll whine a bit about unpacking. That was the 2 minute warning.
I decided not to go over to my friends tonight to spend a bit more time unpacking (and collecting more black puddings in KoL, because I am truly pathetic). The house is really quiet with just the cat and I, and the television is blissfully off for the moment.
Unpacking is one of those thankless exercises. Even with dedication, it creates at least initially as much mess as it ends, and you spend that first month or so wondering where all of the stuff you so carefully unpacked is. Not exactly conducive to getting it all done, but we're having guests over much sooner than is truly reasonable. It is the proverbial kick in the pants that will help us get it done.
It's not all horrible whining garbage. Today I lifted the top off of my attractive, but still made of pressboard, filing cabinet and removed the lock mechanism (we had managed to break the key off in the lock). I then managed to move it across the floor without scratching the pretty hardwood floors and get it into the closet. It was supposed to be the vehicle for my unpacking, but I have absolutely no idea if I have file folders anymore. The filing cabinet is supposed to hold my vast quantity of cross-stitch materials, which are currently sitting both on top of the filing cabinet and in a number of boxes in what will eventually be the guest/everything random room.
Unpacking the craft stuff is an adventure. It's like going through the strata of my life. Before I picked up knitting, I was doing a lot of cross-stitch, mostly a combination of Mirabilia patterns and sampler/sampler look alikes. I didn't completely stop doing cross-stitch after knitting, but I haven't really finished any cross-stitch since I started knitting either (more than 5 years ago). The last straw for me was our kitty. Saru-chan is an equal opportunity destroyer of craft stuff, and while it makes me cranky that she will snag and attack yarn that took 20 hours of work, I got pretty green when she managed to do the same thing with a piece of cross-stitch that wasn't done yet at more than 50 hours.
All of this is a weird way of saying that I haven't done that much knitting or crochet since I've divebombed into the twilight zone of unpacking, but I have done more cross-stitch in the last 3 days than I have in possibly the last year. Go me.
