Well, they weren't done by Christmas but they were done in time for Kristen's visit today. We found this sparkly yarn during one of our shopping trips at A.C. Moore. Kristen liked the orange colorway, I bought some purple for myself. I told her I'd make her some socks for Christmas and here they are:
You might recall from this earlier post that a friend gave me a good amount of sock and lace yarn that she was de-stashing. My "payment" was to do some knitting for her. Right off the bat I made a beret and fingerless mittens, but I also had promised to make her some socks. It might have taken quite a while to finish them, but I finally did. Nothing fancy, and there are some mistakes (mainly because I did a lot of knitting in the movie theater as the was the only free time I had) but I think Rachel still liked them!
I didn't take very good pictures before giving them away though...
Apparently I have not posted anything since August. At first I thought to myself, how can that possibly be? Then I thought... oh yeah, summer vacation ended! Back to reality. Two jobs, grad school, no life. I was trying not to get overwhelmed and still make time for the gym, the occasional movie, and other random bits of fun. I was trying to keep my stress levels down and still make sure I was making room for quality time with my boyfriend. Hence, not much knitting or crafty things in general were taking place. I was busy, but not to the point of insanity or anything (of course I've been there before so I know what it looks like).
However, now my whole world has been completely turned upside down. I don't know how to put into words exactly what happen... maybe because I still don't really understand what happened. I really thought things were good this time around with my boyfriend, maybe moving a little more slowly than I would have liked, but otherwise really good. He made me laugh, he was always there for me when I needed him, he volunteered to do things to make my life easier, etc, etc. In short, I was dating my best friend. The person I felt most comfortable with in the whole world. The person I could be completely honest with and tell absolutely anything to. The person I could see myself growing old with. Maybe I was blind, or maybe I just didn't want to see the signs, but I had no idea anything was wrong. Then, he started acting weird. I knew something was up, and there was. I don't want to go into all the details, it doesn't seem worth reliving it all over again. It did force us to have to have one of those dreaded "talks" though. Again, don't want to go into all the details, but it boils down to that after 2.5 years (plus 4 before that) he is looking for something more. He is "not unhappy, just not happy" as he put it. Ouch. I don't think anything could possibly hurt more than to find out that the person who is your everything just doesn't feel that way about you, and never has.
The hardest part? I don't know how to be mad at him. It would be so much easier if I could hate him. Yet instead, I am forced to face the fact he did the only thing he could do if this is how he really felt about me. The only thing he should have done differently is not wait nearly 8 years to come to this conclusion. So, now I am mourning the loss of my boyfriend. Mourning the loss of my best friend. Mourning the loss of the life I had all planned out in my head.
That is all I have the energy to say on the matter right now...