Literally. I’d take a picture, but it’s too darned cold. It’s 30 degrees outside, and our waterbed heater went kerput. I ache I’m so cold. We’ve had a couple of weeks of kerputting- the washer stopped agitating, the toaster oven stopped toasting, the car is leaking, my old trusty sewing machine stopped being trustworthy, I tore a contact, and then there’s the computer. My 4-year old Dell (isn’t that a computer’s life expectancy?) was chugging so slowly on a dial-up connection that I couldn’t read blogs or post easily, the connection would time out. Whole folders of email were disappearing. So we switched to DSL. Ahhh. My password and username at Typepad were, of course, in one of the disappearing emails, and it’s taken a week to get a response to my annoyingly frequent emails for my info. Now all is well, and I will blog on.
I’m pretty sure I had some other projects going, but they have been displaced. Hubby’s birthday was Sunday. He got one sock. He looked very happy with the one sock but promptly gave it back until I could return it with another. And there was some comment about Christmas. What could he have meant by that? The second is well under way.
I am a big fat liar. I attribute it to PMS. I’ve started projects from both new books and have my eye on others. I needed a little boy baby gift, so I started the Baby Rainbow Jacket in Color using stash- the red is Cervinia Genova from Smileys. The blue flecked is unlabeled. I have crayon buttons picked out for it. I’m thinking about knitting the Kiss Purse or the Princess Pullover sans buttons. I’m still not crazy about the shaping or the necklines on most sweaters in here. Just not me. But maybe The Jacket for Mom and the poncho for a little girl I knit for.
In the MK book, I’ve started the Multi-Directional scarf. I knit one a while back using a very similar pattern by Karen Baumer called the Multi-Directional Diagonal Scarf. I like the way this one is working up using sock yarn. Next in this book, think I’ll knit the One-Piece Shawl using the luverly ribbon yarn Suzanne gave me or the Felted Geometric Tote. A girl can’t have too many purses.
I’m drying herbs in the microwave, and the house smells heavenly. We won’t run out of sage, basil, or rosemary this winter. The pups dug up my parsley, thyme and oregano. Don’t they look bad?
Everyone’s gone for the day, so I’m off to warm up in a hot shower in a toasty bathroom thanks to the new heater. Another kaput purchase.
Babies are the most magnificent creatures on earth, even when they are loud and stinky. They make us want to bury our noses in their necks and bellies to inhale their scent, both earthy and light, and rub our cheeks against theirs, hoping some of the softness will rub off on our aged skin. They bring out our best, weakening the knees of even the strongest, reducing us all to babbling idiots. They make us want to hide our worst as if they can truly read our thoughts and hearts. Babies totally depend on us, and we want them to. We want to be needed, to feel a little body relax against ours as its sobbing subsides, to nurture and nourish and watch and wait for each day’s growth and changes. Babies are the eighth wonder of the world. And they need sweaters.
Friends just adopted a 6-month-old baby from China. He needs a sweater. I did through stash and come up with two color combinations: royal, peacock, and sunflower; or sage, celery, and white. Then I happen across a partial skein of near-fluorescent pink and think wow! This looks great with the blues! And so I knit this,
soon to be reminded by DD#2 that the recipient is a boy. But the colors look so good together.No, Mom; it’s a boy and you’re not giving that to him.But in some countries, pink is a boy color.No.But... No. So I’ve started another.
Other knitting has been disappointing. I’ve almost worn the yarn out on the tank from reknitting so many times. It’s ripped back (hopefully) for the last time. I think I finally have the armhole decreases figured out. And to think I used to be good at math. At least I think that was me.
Wednesday was a trip to the doc which meant an after trip to the Wilde & Wooly! My resistance was strong, and I managed to walk out with a small bag containing a circular needle and three patterns:
The jumper pattern is for a friend’s new granddaughter, the sweater for Hubby’s Christmas sweater, and the flowers for fun. A girl needs a little fun, right?
No yarn. I was tempted, but determined. Forgive me if I offend, but they even had all Noro yarns 35% off, and I wasn’t even tempted. Okay, so I looked, but no good colors left anyway. My one experience with Kureyon was disappointing. I made a felted purse as a gift in a browns and pink color-way. The yarn was so rough that knitting was not enjoyable. It was very soft after felting, but too soft I thought for a purse. I knit for the process as much as the product, so poo-poo to yarn that doesn’t feel good.
To top off my day, I had this waiting for me when I got home:
Fun goodies to peruse with hot chocolate in hand, but I’ve decided to let all my magazine subscriptions go, and I will not buy any more books without a good look-see first. Nada in the FCEK that I’ll ever knit, a couple in the books. If I’d perused first, I’d have skipped the mag, the MK book, probably put Colors on my Christmas list to have as reference. Not as many patterns in this I’ll ever use as in the Knit and Purl books. I don’t like the sweater shapes- too boxy or flared. I sound very disgruntled, but really I’m not. I’m loving knitting, but if I’m going to surround myself with yarn and patterns, they’re going to be yarn and patterns I love. So there.