My name is Alexandra...

And I am officially a knitaholic. It's rather bad. Winter's starting early this year, with my learning how to follow patterns AND how to do yarn-overs, etc well enough to consider tackling lacework. Sweet jesus. Went to bed at 4:30 last night, was up at 8, and have a ton of work to do tonight, but somehow the siren song of the monkey I'm making my roommate keeps breaking through. I'm using two shades of Blue Sky Alpaca on #3 needles, and it's the softest thing I've ever knitted (though the tiny stitches make me want to shoot myself).

I also bought a couple skeins of some beautiful Manos del Uruguay wool, self-striping in shades of red and orange and green. It's very gorgeous, and is turning out to be a scarf, knit on 8s. I think it just might be the first thing I ever make myself. Photos to come. And I won't turn this into a knitting blog, I swear. Just too tired to think of anything else.