The colors of Project Spectrum are about to change, and I have yet to post a thing about it. Let's fix that.
The Ballet T-Shirt still wasn't quite dry this morning (and this is Colorado, people; you only see wet in that picture because of sprinklers), but I put Olivia in it away. That may be why it has a bit of a curling issue on the lower edge, so next time I'll be patient and perhaps put something heavy on the bottom besides. It really is cute.
That curling you see above is not what I'm talking about; after a few minutes it rolled right up. I am still pretty pleased with it, but it's one of those sweaters in which every little stitch is highly visible, so any little wonky parts are jumping out at me (especially the cast on under the arms).
Anyway, in the name of Project Spectrum, I thought I'd take pictures of some of the more colorful things in my house - the books - and give you a peak into my bookshelves at the same time. Without actually showing you the bookshelves themselves, which are packed two rows deep and quite, well, stressful to look at. (I was planning to do this sometime, for PS, but then books came up yesterday, and here we are.)
Funny how not many of my green books are novels. Dressed for the Photographer is one of my favorite reference books - it pictures and describes fashion in 19th-century photography - as I inherited a box of old family photographs that periodically vex me (if I could just have my grandmother back for an hour...). And I just got In Stitches by Amy Butler. I don't have much in the way of sewing skills, nor do I have a place in which to sew other than the dining room table. But I'd like to be able to sew things and I've been carrying this book around a lot lately.
On to yellow (it's kind of fun to see my books this way).
Ah, a few more novels. I haven't read The Piano Tuner yet, but I will. But I actually think I enjoyed all of these other books. Empire Falls and Deliverance were both read in the last year. And looky, Hamlet was actually picked up for the first time since university (other than for a move).
And finally, pink:
Yup, that's all the pink I've got. It's another book that hasn't been opened since university (poor neglected Darthur). Mark will probably suggest that I use this knowledge to motivate myself to chuck the sad little thing, so it can sit abandoned on a used bookstore bookshelf, but that's not the way I operate. It's a quality book, even if I only read it when forced, and therefore I will keep it FOREVER. Although perhaps it could possibly be shuffled off to the basement.
Pretty much any book that comes in that 8ish by5ish inch book format attracts me (with a bonus for a book club guide in the back). Some of my favorite recent books have been The Time Traveler's Wife, The Bookseller of Kabul, and Devil in the White City. And one of my all-time favorites: An American Tragedy. Unfortunately none of those come in pink. Anyone have any favorites you'd like to recommend?
Anyway, I'm in a knitting slump right now and am strangely unmotivated to cast on for something new. Wait...[checking forehead]...no, really, I'm fine. Even infant sweaters are too much of a commitment, and the Heartbreakingly Stiff Baby Kimono sits unfinished with only a little bit of work remaining.
It probably has something to do with the trip to the Scotia I'm taking later this week. I leave on Wednesday evening, by myself, to clean out my mother's house (with my brother and aunt), visit a bit with family and friends, and do the Spring Sprint. I'm really dreading the house part and not sleeping well, even with those little pills I have. So, in the meantime, I've managed to commit to some purely functional, albeit colorful, dishcloths. How sad is that?
