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Turkey on white

So, where to begin when I write a book? Do I start on the types of yarn available in the knitting world? Do I write about sizes, shapes, colors? Do I start on the absolute beginning, write the absolute end, and write the middle? Do I write the middle, and then worry about the end? Do I write up patterns first, then the rest of the how-to-knit bits? Do I dare to read someone's work about how to write, reliving high school English writing classes?


I'll write the way I always do, with a general outline, a slightly organized listing of what I want to include, and then just write as the ideas and thoughts flow from my feeble brain to speedy fingertips that type or scribble away. Just as I write a blog entry, except with a lot more spell-checking (I don't trust the electronic versions, I've found too many spelling errors in those auto-checks!), a lot more proof reading, a lot more cutting and pasting of sections of writing.

Trust me, the sock book will be very readable. I always worry about the final “how it looks” when I've got the words and how-to-say-it parts done. I've learned to write a little bit in the style of “flow of consciousness” or I'll forget to say this, or to include that, and it's saved my bacon a couple of times with term papers or reports.

Back to the title, that's what I had for lunch. Yes, I actually eat a lunch. And I try to remember to eat breakfast. Somewhere, I forget exactly what web page or article (magazine? newspaper? Blog?) I read about eating breakfast and not gaining weight, or maintaining. Phhbbbt, my memory is a weird thing sometimes. Anyway. I do actually eat.

I've heard too many times in recent history about “how skinny!” I am/have become. Yes, when I look in the mirror, I now see a face I haven't seen in, well, years. Years, wow, what a concept. This time last year, in July of 2008, I was overweight (easily 210 plus poundage, wearing misses size 16 jeans), depressed, stressed. Today, I weigh between 150 – 155 pounds of weight (most of it muscle mass), and depending on the clothing cut, wear size 10 or 12 jeans. Really.

No big secret to what happened. Short and sweet: I left old job end of August. De-stressed in September. Started 2 part-time jobs end of October/beginning of November. Walked more. Ate a little less. Ate on a more regular basis. Cut down on sweet stuff, junk food. Drank more water, less soda and sugar-junk drinks. Tea with breakfast, occasionally coffee when I need a jump-start. Now, I save the sodas for late nights, or when I want to stay a little more alert on work evenings. Now that I'm a reasonable body-size for my height, I indulge a little now and then. The pastries everyone knows as a pop-tart for breakfast, snack. The once in a while oatmeal pie for a quick snack at work if I can't have a full meal break.

But, for real, walking does work. Really, truly, works in getting your metabolism back under control, builds your overall stamina, helps you sleep better.

I just have to figure out what size to make any new clothes, if size 10 or 12 or 14, depending on the fit and cut of the garment. Or if I need to wait another month or two, and see if I lose any more body size. Or if I can make something smaller yet loose, that I can easily modify or cinch in. Or how my measurements stack up against a knitting pattern or chart, and if I can pull out a languishing sweater from the U.F.O. pile that I was “too big” for, but now can finish and try on as I go. At least I can pull out old favorites that had to sit on the sidelines, and wear the sweaters I wished I wore during the winter, or other garments that were, ahem, a little too tight.

Some of my sizing angst is being triggered by a co-worker at Job2, who told me about costuming she was making for her boyfriend and herself in preparation for the Maryland Renaissance Festival this year. I have a small stash of sewing patterns, that put together would enable me to have a nicely “Renn” outfit for the festival.

All I have to do is figure out which size to REALLY make, and if I can afford to splurge on the fabrics to make the garments. Basically, a chemise/underdress, a skirt, and some kind of bodice/vest to go over top of the chemise. But the yardage, oy moy! I priced some of the fabrics I was interested in, and the math ain't pretty. Needing about, oh say 5 yards for one garment, and about $8 (US) per yard, that's about $40 in my budget I can't afford yet. It would mean not eating (not an option!) and not driving (again, as I am my own transportation to and from work, not an option).

So, off to my other options I've been cooking: write the sock book, figure out what pot-boiler projects I can knock off my knitting needles and attempt to sell at the consignment shop, and hope like crazy that it provides enough money to enable me to do this crazy idea. I'll keep the costume as simple as possible, and if necessary, let the idea of the costume sit there until next year. Or the following year. It would be fun to do, though, go in “period” costume. And carry my knitting and enjoy the muggle reactions.

Hey, I can really dream silly stuff, can't I?

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