Notes From Neptune

I write about people, places, and things.

Choices, choices.

So I did my taxes on Monday night (WHAT?! It’s not April yet!), and for the first time in two years, I’m getting a refund! A pretty decent-sized one, at that! While the bulk of it will go towards paying off extant debt and my savings account, I wanted to take a little bit of it and get something nice, just for me. That’s normal and healthy, right? I’ve narrowed.. Read More

Things finished, things begun

YOU GUYS! I finished things! Most notably, the colorful, soft, and warm Jackson scarf: It’s knit up in the absolutely decadent Road to China Light, by The Fiber Company. Savvy readers might notice a bell ringing in their brain pan at its mention, and rightly so. It’s the same yarn from whence the Brontë Mitts (link) arose, and it has fast become a real favorite. The softness of the alpaca.. Read More

Blog may go boom.

Just FYI, I updated the MYSQL database that makes this site run bigger and better and all that rot. However, the interwebs is still getting a bit used to this bright and flashy update, so you may notice some problems with “error: I can’t find that!” messages if you go clicking around the site. This is, sadly, normal. In a few days, all the static records should be up-to-date enough.. Read More

Looking back from a bit forward…

So last year, on New Year’s Eve, I wrote a post listing twenty-five things that I accomplished in 2010. It was nice. It was a friendly reminder of my accomplishments, my stumbles, and all the events that transpired to make me happy, sad, angry, excited, etc. I had every intention of doing it again, because it was such a lovely way to reflect, but things (as they often do) kind.. Read More

IT IS FINISHED.

Oh, so many things to which I may be referring, from the year 2011 to my rather watery bowl of oatmeal. But no, I refer only to the commissioned Weasley sweater. It’s done, guys. 1197 yards of pure stockinette knitting, all done and dusted and sewn up and blocked. All that remains is to clip the dangling yarn ends, wind up some darning cards, and pop it in the mail… Read More

Now playing: Christmastime!

When at work, Spotify has become my new best friend, and I’ve had a lot of fun putting together my own playlists. And, because I’m an egotistical jerk, I thought perhaps these lists should be shared. So, if you use Spotify and would like a little new music, may I present: Christmastime! (link) 79 tracks, 4 hours It’s Christmas Eve. I’m heading out the door in a bit to go.. Read More

Comfort & joy

It’s almost Christmas. Did you guys know that? Obviously, it’s been awhile since last I posted. The neck and shoulder pain I detailed in the previous post has mostly subsided, but I do suffer flare-ups and twinges every now and again. I finished the cashmere mitts for my Nanny Jo: And I love how they turned out. I gifted them to her when Mr. Boyfriend and I went to KY.. Read More

On momentum

I am, above all else, a creature of habits and seasons. I pass through my various phases, much like the gibbous moon, and to every thing there is a time allotted. The current time is allotted for a walloping case of startitis. You see, my knitting mojo tends to wane around the late summer as the weather grows unbearably hot and I find myself in a constant state of travel… Read More

Now Playing: It’s a Happy Sort of Retro Day

When at work, Spotify has become my new best friend, and I’ve had a lot of fun putting together my own playlists. And, because I’m an egotistical jerk, I thought perhaps these lists should be shared. So, if you use Spotify and would like a little new music, may I present: It’s a Happy Sort of Retro Day (link) 28 tracks, 1 hours When I was a kid, my parents.. Read More

In praise of my Nanny Jo

So something really scary and awful happened this past Sunday: my grandparents were in a car accident. My grandfather is thankfully fine, but my grandmother has two lumbar fractures, and a mighty sore hip. But even so, they were very lucky. One might be tempted to worry about an injured grandmother. The very word tends to conjure images of delicate older ladies. Classy and elegant she may be, but delicate? No.. Read More