Tuesday, May 30, 2006
He didn't actually taste the ocean, but he did eat some sand.
I wanted to get away and knit, and I did. DH wanted to get away and eat fresh seafood, and he did. All in all, a successful trip.
I managed to do some knitting, although not as much as I wanted. I knit on and off for hours on my socks on the way, and they show notable progress.
I didn't get much knitting on the stole during the beach trips (see previous paragraph about Bug eating sand) but I knitted quite some time on it in the car on the way home. Since I'd had to frog to the SECOND lifeline when I got to CA, not as much progress as I'd hoped on it either. I did get some done, though, and will be knitting on it when I have time to concentrate. It is not SnB knitting.
Check it out, that tape says 31 inches. Only 49 to go.
This weekend will be spent at the lake. DH has promised that he'll watch the Bug long enough to allow me to rent a kayak and paddle around, which I've long wanted to do. Other than that, I will sit in the shade and knit, assuming it's not too sticky and hot to hold yarn. If it is, I'll sit in the air-conditioned camper and knit.
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
Monday nights are all about TV for DH. He loves 24 and CSI:Miami with a deep passion that exceeds his love for family, home and country. So, I take my little iPod with my latest cast-on episode, and I sit in the bedroom and knit to my heart's content. Last night was a 2-hour episode of 24, so I got three hours of mostly uninterrupted knitting. (The Bug would sneak over and grab a handful of Frill occasionally, but I'd redirect him to his blocks and he'd play with them again.) I had been knitting for about an hour on and off, when it occurred to me - I hadn't moved my lifeline. WHEW, it's a good thing I'd been paying attention to the stitches. Since I was on the third row of a three row repeat, I figured I'd move the lifeline after the end of the row. Two stitches later, I realized I'd made a mistake. 20 minutes later I'd tinked back three rows and started again. I moved my lifeline this time, and every six rows thereafter.
Since May is for Green in Project Spectrum, and since May is almost over, and since I hadn't touched my green socks in weeks, I knitted on them for a while. They really are a pleasure to knit. I think they will come with us to the beach too. That yarn will be too sticky to be around the sand, but it will be great for car knitting. I would have posted a progress picture, but since the toes are about 1/2 an inch longer than they were before, I figure you can just imagine it.
June is for blue, and I have some gorgeous blue wool that Jessie dyed, waiting for my grand wooly-feet experiment. July is purple, and I have some of that waiting too. August is brown/black/neutral. I think I need Jen to send me some fudge royale. (scroll down) It looks like s'mores to me, but whatever it is, it looks DAMN GOOD.
Monday, May 22, 2006
I don't think the color changes in this yarn are as obvious in real life as they are in those pictures.
I started the second full ball over the weekend too. I'm not sure how much I have left - I bought four balls, and used part of one to knit Frill #1. The second ball I used completely, starting with Frill #2 and up through the body. I've only used a few yards of the third ball as yet. I did a felted join, and I love the way it came out. I can barely see it myself, and I know where it is. YAY! I have 21 inches done (plus the 7ish of the second frill). 60 inches, give or take, left to go! DH and I will be heading out to the beach for Memorial Day (cannotwaitcannotwait) and this is light enough for some beach knitting. I hope to get maybe two feet more done by this time next week. That would make me supremely happy.
Today's conference call knitting: green handdyed socks.
Friday, May 19, 2006
Last night I sat down to knit, and by the second row, I'd seriously damaged the stitch pattern. NO idea what I did. I tried tinking and reknitting, and that got me a few more rows. Then I did something even weirder, and when I tried tinking that, I dropped stitches.
And I hadn't moved my lifeline from the night before.
You may remember from a previous post that I did not use a lifeline and had to frog the whole dratted frill. I got smart this time. I used a lifeline between the frill and the body, until I got my groove in the body and knew what was going on. I should have moved it up. I didn't.
Pride goeth before a fall.
All frogged, all the way to the top of the frill. Last night got me back six measly rows, and first thing this morning I moved my lifeline up. Painful lessons.
Anybody know how to photograph black/grey variegated knitted lace?
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
Anyway, I love the way it came out.
First, in the skein, which I think shows the colors better.
Next, in the ball. I think I wound it too tight, and it's very very dense.
Next, an artsy picture. This was an accident, but it looks to me like the ball is peeking into the frame, like it's shy or something.
Hey, it's my blog, I can post all the weird photos I want.
Anyway, if Tracy doesn't like it, Tracy can send it back to me and *I* will have happy purple feet.
Monday, May 15, 2006
Then in the afternoon I sat down to read my blogs, and came across this:
Grace's boyfriend, Justin. Little Justin is gravely ill, and he needs a blue blankie to match Gracie's pink one. I mean it, there oughta be a law. It's a Wrong so Wrong in the universe when babies are sick and suffering. (Do you hear me, Israeli Supreme Court?)
Anyway, I knit like a fiend:
Five blue squares for Justin. This is that JoAnn Sensation Tesoro wool, which I love. I discovered, though, when knitting Grace's squares, that this is apparently the AntiWool. It GROWS in hot water. Yes, it really does. Some of my Grace blocks grew an inch in both directions. So I knit them small. A couple were maybe too small, and now look a little lacier than intended. Oh well. If Cynthia doesn't need them or they don't work, she can use them for coasters or give them to the dog.
They go in the mail today, knit with love and prayers and tears of sadness for Justin's mom, and gratefulness for me. I only asked for one little miracle, Justin-sized.
Sunday, May 14, 2006
This is what my Mother's Day looks like.
The reason for the season!
Hot sunny days by the pool. We invited the relatives, but have no idea if they'll come.
How did the baby know just what to get me?
Homemade waffles! Not pictured, freshly sliced strawberries and whipped cream.
Time for not one, but TWO homemade lattes in my favorite mug.
And for Sandy:
I hope your day is happy, whether you're with your mother, or children, or friends, or just enjoying the day on your own!
Thursday, May 11, 2006
I have three hanks waiting for me to have some free time, but I did these two over the weekend. Pictured here with the green I did a few weeks ago, now turning into toe up socks.
I wanted the red to have more streaks of yellow, but I think they faded away a little because the red is so intense. The other one faded out a little more than I'd hoped, but I think that's the nature of dyeing cotton yarn. I like it a lot, and I think it will be a fun and interesting knit. I hope to have time to knit socks from it in July, for the Project Spectrum month of purple.
I hope to finish those other three either tonight or tomorrow, so I can rinse them before we head off to Phoenix for my brother-in-law's 60th birthday.
(Oh yeah, and a little birdie told me my baby asked his daddy to get me a swift and a ball winder for Mother's Day. Oooohhhhhhhh yeeeeeeaaaaahhhhh.)
Wednesday, May 10, 2006
So, last week my son was "sick". When I say "sick", I mean he had a non-contagious rash that took a solid week to go away. Not contagious, but he couldn't go to daycare anyway. I emailed and asked my boss if it would be alright to work from home, which I am perfectly set up to do. The answer was a resounding, "Not only no, but HELL NO." It took me two days to get over the resentment and worry about my job. Here I was at home with my mildly-ill, but still happy-as-a-clam son for five days straight, and I was stressed about work. About missing deadlines, about having to work overtime later, about using up all my PTO, and finally about losing my job, which WILL happen, and sooner rather than later. I can tell that my boss's fuse is running awfully short with my son's inability to avoid germs. By Friday I was feeling good about the fact that I got to spend another day alone with him - such luxury - and then Monday I was rested and ready to get back to work, in spite of the knowledge that I had burned ALL my vacation time to sit at home.
Tuesday afternoon, I get the call - he has a fever.
Say it with me, people:
Papa picked him up from daycare, gave him tylenol, and put him down for a nap. He woke up two hours later, fever free. HOORAY! Except daycare won't take him back until he's been fever-free for 24 hours. So I had to spend the rest of my afternoon trying like crazy to find someone to take care of my baby at home. The only nanny service I could find is going to cost me $150 for ONE DAY. And now that I'm here at work, I'm worried about not being at home.
So, I have a baby I love, and a job I hate. Should be an easy choice, right?
But I'm just not
Why is this so hard? Why is it so difficult for corporations to support families, and for career-oriented, family-not-oriented women to cut us "breeders" some slack? I can get my work done at home, even if I was there full time. I can give you a big stack that I've finished by the end of the day. I actually get more done at home than at the office, because I tend to work during the time I'd be getting office-ready and driving and having lunch, too.
(The thing that really cheeses me off once a year is the travel-survey we have to do, so the company gets a thumbs-up from the county about doing our part to reduce greenhouse gasses and pollution. Telecommuting is always a choice, but very few in our company qualify. I feel like they're rubbing it in my face that I have to be in this heinous office instead of my comfy home.)
I know this is something that nearly every parent deals with. I KNOW that. Really I do. Which makes it all the more incomprehensible. What are we going to do about it? Somebody has got to make a change somewhere, and you know it's not going to come from the upper echelons of government and big business. What can WE do, here, down here in the grass, to make this more tolerable and support our families better? Somebody help me, cuz I'm not able to figure it out on my own.
Friday, May 05, 2006
Desirée was my sockpal, and boy, am I lucky!
Last night my husband brought in this innocent looking little box:
I was feeding the Bug, so I figured it was just the dyes I'd ordered, and didn't get too excited. Then he read the label. YAY! SOCKS!
But there was so much, I couldn't believe it:
A lovely photo card, a hand-written note, two stitch markers my sockpal made herself (cute little wooden stars), some of the sock yarn for mending, two more balls of the same yarn in a different colorway, and (not pictured) a chocolate bar.
The chocolate bar didn't make it past breakfast this morning.
And here they are in all their glory:
Note the cool heel, which you can't really see in my lousy picture:
It makes this neat star pattern with decreases toward the center of the heel. I gotta find out how to do that heel. I kinda suspect it's the peasant heel style, where the heel is added on after the rest of the sock is knit. You know, because of all the extensive experience I got knitting those two pairs of socks in my WHOLE life.
I feel a little guilty for not including all the extras in my sockpal's package. This being my first swap, I was unaware of the unspoken "must add extra goodies" rule. I hope she's not too disappointed - I will do better next time, and I can't wait for the next swap to begin!
Thanks again, Desirée!
Monday, May 01, 2006
Anyway, it's the Month of Green. Since I have none of the green that allows me to buy more yarn (I don't even have a green credit card) I have to show mostly non-yarny things.
First, my favorite thing of all:
Green pillow, green blankie, green binkie.
Some yarny goodness. (I think I need a bigger stash.)
A view of my backyard. Pretty green for the desert, no?
I had a picture of my green bike on the trainer, the one on which I intend to ride away the pounds. However, I could not get the photo to upload. Apparently, the universe has decided that I should not make any promises with regard to that bike. It needs a cushier seat, and someplace to hang my yarn while I'm pedaling.
Some beautiful stitch markers, by Rabbitch. (The photo just doesn't do them justice.)
A pretty green dragonfly chime.