Another year, another set of resolutions

I've been posting my projects on Ravelry and woefully neglecting my little blog here. To sum up December, I did manage to clear everything off the needles before the end of the year, adding to my finished items list a little hat for my nephew:



And a pair of socks for me:



And a couple of garter stitch dishcloths for the kitchen:



It is very clear to me that I have no actual need to purchase yarn in the foreseeable future, so my knitting resolutions this year all center around stash management and reduction. I'm going to try to stick to a few rules:

1. Put a moratorium on yarn purchases for the first three months of the year. I can best accomplish by avoiding yarn browsing both online and in-store.

2. Publish monthly knitting goals, and document my progress on achieving them. Ravelry is an awesome tool for managing your stash and project ideas, and the blog is a great way to track actual movement.

3. Set aside some daylight time on the weekends to get some decent FO photos in natural light.

2006 was...

Happy New Year!

I haven't posted since mid-November because I haven't finished any knit projects. In lieu of pictures, then, let's do a quick year-in-review!

So, 2006 was:

The year we bought a house.

Home ownership, man. Heavy. I love my new house. This was a major step in my life and in my partnership with CM, and we're still adjusting to the changes it's brought. Fun, though!

The year I got a new job.

I was bored and restless with my old job. Now I'm stressed and happy(ish) with my new job. I'm moving away from the career that's gotten me to this point, and moving into a new one that I find more interesting and challenging, although a vast majority of the world would not. That's what we calling filling a niche!

The year I forgot I was a writer.

It was a difficult twelve months on the writing front. I got an insignificant number of words on paper, and an even more insignificant amount of plot movement forward. 2006 was definitely not the year of the book, as I had been hoping.

I did do a lot of thinking this year about writing to audiences, and ultimately found the concept unattractive. What makes me tick is not the possibility that other people will read and enjoy my work; it's the hope that by writing this novel, I produce something beautiful that I can appreciate as a creation wholly my own.

Then I started thinking about babies. And slowly backed away...