Blank Stare

I was happily working on a lovely bulky wool shawl the other night while watching TV with Bear.



As the show ended, he turned the TV off and turned to me.  I showed him my progress and said excitedly, "Look, I am almost done. With this shawl pattern, you just knit till you run out of yarn. See, I hardly have any yarn left." 

He looked across the room to my stash in an overflowing rubbermaid container and tilted his head as if to question something.  It took a good 30 seconds of him staring at the bin for me to understand. He was silently saying, "There is more yarn right there. You will never run out."

Emergency Wool Wash

I saw a drip of something on the tank of my toilet.  I traced it to the source and found that someone had left my wool wash bottle open and the contents were spilled in my makeup bag.  Now, I don't use my makeup more then a couple of times a year, except for some tinted mosturizer with SPF and tinted lip balm.  So it didn't bother me much to toss out some eye shadow that was purchased in the 90s and powder blush that always made me look embarrassed. However, I was so upset that most of a whole 4 oz bottle of Soak in the Aquae scent was about to go down the drain.

Then I had a bright idea.  I filled up my bathtub with cold water and put the makeup bag in.  I cleaned it out of all the soap and hung it to dry.  Then I grabbed any handwash item that had been worn even once. (sweaters get a handful of wears before washing normally.)  Every wool item available got washed and I had so much soap in the tub that everything had to be rinsed twice before hung to dry.



Strangely enough, soon after I had to wash the hands of a sticky handed child.  Wonder why this happened in the sink before I put any soap on his hands:

Prodigal Sock

My favorite pair of handknit socks has had one missing sock for over a month. These are the ones which the dye lot was named after one of my favorite literary character, the ones that I was able to knit up to be identical despite the irregular stripping pattern,  the ones that were pink and slightly girly, the ones that a friend brought back the yarn from overseas.  I had turned my bedroom upside down and locked the lost sock's twin in a drawer so it would not wander off before I could reunite the pair.

I woke up and told my husband that I was officially calling the sock lost and I was going to put out an APB on the missing sock. I showed him the twin in the drawer.  I went out of the bedroom, dressed the boys, fixed breakfast and packed their lunches.  I went back into my room to get some library books and there laying on the floor in plain sight was my missing sock.


My husband swears he had nothing to do with it but I don't care either way.  I haven't taken the socks off since. What once was lost, now is found.

Get back up and try again!

“Failure happens all the time. It happens every day in practice. What makes you better is how you react to it.” -Mia Hamm



I have to post this since on Saturday, Bugs fell in the middle of his first soccer game, got rolled by two other players who ran/tripped over him and then got back up and chased after the ball. He also scored a goal and had a very good game. (Both teams won, BTW.) We told him we were happy he scored the goal but we were very proud that he got back up and kept running after the fall. That’s my boy.

Night and Day

My mother is flying out west today. On the way out the door, she grabbed needles of some random larger size and a ball of handspun wool/mohair bulky yarn she got a fiber fest. She has no idea about yardage of the yarn or gauge or anything.

I called her this morning at the airport, her plane is delayed, so she is “playing with her yarn.” She said her yarn hadn’t told her what it wanted to be. Then later she sends this text:

“the yarn decided that it wants to start small, in the middle of the back. Expanding as it goes it will split in two and go on either side of the neck and then slim down in two pieces which can be ties or can wrap to warm the front of the neck or throat.”

So my question is, How in the sam hill am I related to this woman?!? I read a pattern through 2-4 times and swatch before I knit something. I can do a pair of socks without a pattern but I have to do the math before I cast on. I don’t grab randomly before I run out the door. I carefully plan every project.

P.S. I am slightly proud that she has moved on from only knitting in acrylic.

I knit a real sweater.

I am not saying first sweater was not real but this one looks like a real sweater. One of those sweaters that fits in all the right places and covers the bulges that you would prefer the public does not see.  It is a sweater that I could envision in a high end wool sweater catalog. It is a sweater I would buy from that catalog. I am feeling pretty good about myself right now.

Breaking up is hard to do.

I have had to break up with some friends.  Sounds easy but these are a group of friends who I have know collectively for years. It has been 3 months since I spoke to any of them. I unfriended them on facebook and Ravelry. I stop going to meetings.  Yet no one asked me why I was missing.  Guess I wasn't that great of friends with these people after all.  I think that is what hurt the worst.