Today was the first day of school in most parts of Big Texas. I'm teaching college this year, so there are a bunch of 18-22 year old children running around a small college in central Texas addressing me as "Professor". I find this amusing and kind of fun. Some of them try to call me "Doctor" and for some reason, I just can't roll with it. I always find myself admitting that I'm not actually a Doctor. I was a little bit nervous about my first day of being a professor, but I channeled The Irv as hard as I could and everything went just fine. The Irv isn't a Doctor either and he's arguably the viola guru for the new century, so there.
While taking a leisurely lunch in my office this afternoon, I got an email informing me that I got into the Wollmeise Sock Club. I have never actually seen a skein of the fabled Wollmeise in person because it's so hard to come by, but my research and my failed attempts to score even a single skein suggest that Wollmeise is the best yarn ever. We shall see. If I end up hating it, I'm pretty sure that I can unload my skeins on eBay or destash it on Ravelry without losing a dime.
The Olympics are over, but my Olympic knitting is still in progress. I wasn't an official Olympic knitter, but I did cast on for my February Lady Sweater as the Olympics were starting and I worked on it almost exclusively during the Olympics. In my second attempt at the sweater (on larger needles and with a slight pattern modification), I'm a little more than halfway through the body.
This is the back of the sweater (I had no idea how terrible my growing out hair looked from the back until just now) in a corner of our newly painted kitchen. Choosing a paint color for the kitchen has been a challenge. The weekend before last, we painted the whole kitchen a color called "Fall Straw" which probably should have been called "Pale Creamsicle." We lived with Fall Straw for about six hours before deciding that it had to go. I went back to Home Depot and bought two more quarts of sample colors and after painting large patches of the walls, I found that "Classic Taupe" was the winner. I was hoping that "Oat Cake" (light Classic Taupe) would be the color of choice because the name sounds so much more delicious, but Classic Taupe is better.
I have to go back to college tomorrow, and I have yet to knit a single row today so I'm going to go join Bob to watch a bit of the CNN coverage of the Democratic National Convention (the new Olympics) before nigh nigh.