Sorry for the delay! Life has been a little nutty. Since my last post, I moved into my new "home", a got new "job", Baby Legall’s baby surprise jacket is on the needles and I realized that Mr. Crawford is a tall drink of water.
Knitting:
Mr. Crawford came to town the other day and we had a delicious dinner at Sushi Tatsu in Park Slope . (I can’t wait for him to move back to New York. I really miss that man.) I had his scarf with me, so I asked him to try it on to see if I was almost done. Thank god I had him try it on, because I got a big screaming NO! as an answer. I didn’t realize how tall he was. I have a lot of work to do before I can even think about stopping.
My grandiose plan of making him a box of knitted goodies is not going to be a reality. I guess if Suzy and I can make two scarfs and 4 hats between the two of us than that is better than nothing. I just need to stop having knitting issues. Last year I "made" him a hat and scarf, but I didn't give him either thing. The scarf was too short and I tried pulling it out, but I screwed it all up, because I pulled it out from the wrong end and the hat was way tooooooo big, so I kept it for myself. Hopefully he will a get a warm and fuzzy box of goodies, because I don't want him to go through another cold Chicago winter without a treat.
Last night, I started working on Baby Legall’s BSJ. Ok maybe working is an exaggeration. I only casted on half of the stitches, but at least it is a start. And it is not just a bunch of yarn laying on my floor. This is going to be attempt number 3. The old saying is 3rd try is the charm, so let's hope that is true.
I have decided I am not going to use the two colors together , because I wasn’t really a fan of it. So I am going to just make color blocks/stripes instead. I think that is going be really cute.
I really have to start working on it NOW, because she is coming at the end of this month, if not sooner, and fall is approaching.
Hopefully, I will have some photos to post by the end of the week.
New "home":
Last weekend, I moved into Amanda’s house. I have to admit that this was the best move I ever made. I have moved a lot in the past 15 years. Every move has been horrible and I usually end up in tears at some point. This time I decided to hire a mover and not use friends/family or someone my mom knows.
I took a chance and asked the storage place for some recommendations and found Lickshot. If you are in the NY/NJ area and you are looking for a mover, call Lickshot @ 646-299-5224. He was amazing. The entire job(moving out of my apartment and moving into the storage place and into Amanda's house) was done in approximately 4 hours. He was nice, but more importantly he was careful and didn't steal my shit.
Surprisingly, Amanda and I haven’t killed each other yet and on a whole things are going well. I am trying to adjust to living in a house with other people. It is so hard since I have been living by myself for most of my adult life and I hate living with people. I have to remember to smile, be helpful, courteous and not be annoying. And most importantly remember that they are doing me a favor by letting me stay with them for a very small fee while I am on my journey for for happiness.
I don’t miss the Ocean Avenue apartment at all. It honestly was a major factor of my sadness. I hated that place. I hated everything about it. I hated it from the moment I walked in the door. I hated why I had to move there. I hated the lay out, I hated the size, I hated the building, I hated that it was so old, I hated the people who lived there before me ruined the wood floors, I hated the guys who sat in front of my window and smoked blunts and played craps, I hated that the owner didn’t take care of it, I hated the uninvited guests and most importantly I hated what that apartment represented in my life.
There was some pluses. I loved the location. I really loved the neighborhood. If I never lived there, then I would have never met Amanda.
As soon I left the apartment, my soul and my spirit become lighter and happier. I guess I have to give up a little bit of comfort for a lifetime of happiness. It is not like I am never going to get my own place again. This is just a temporary living arrangement.
Some of the great things about staying at Amanda’s is that I am still in the same neighborhood as the Ocean Avenue apartment, expect this time I am on the nicer side. My apartment was on the "sketchy" side of the neighborhood. Now I am closer to the bars and restaurants that I love. The best thing about living there is that I have access to outdoor space. Last night was a nice night, so I sat on the porch and started the BSJ. It was nice to sit there and knit. If it is ok with them, I would like to spend many more evening sitting on the porch knitting.
New "job":
I started a new job. I am freelancing at Pratt Institute. I am working in the special events department. I am working with the Director of Events with the Legends 2010 Event. I like it, because I am not planning the event. I am just helping assisting. Plus it is only for 3 months.
It is nice to work in a place that isn’t filled with drama and craziness. I have to admit after quitting my last job, as the Director of Events for an unnamed company, I was terrified of going back to work or working on events. I really thought that everywhere was insane. Pratt is showing me that not everywhere is filled with that much drama. I joke all of the time that I should seek treatment for post traumatic stress disorder after working at my last job, because I seriously freak out when I hear certain keywords that I are associated with that place. (Omg my heart just started racing as I wrote the work associated, because my last job was with a (dare I say it) an association. UGH! UGH!)
I like working here. It is chill, but I am glad that it is a temp job. I do not think I could work here forever. As much as I want a stress free environment job, I do need some stress, because this place makes me sleepy. I never felt like I was going to fall asleep at my last place of employment. If anything, I was always in a crazy time warp. As soon as I would sit down there the clock would speed from 9am to 6pm in seconds. Here I feel every minute and I don’t have much to do. But is cool, it is a good introduction back into the working world. Plus I really miss working in the city. You never know how much you miss doing something until you stop doing it.
Now that things are getting back to normal, I will attempt to go back to posting twice a week.
