16 inches

That's what I have left on Frill. 16 inches before I graft the second frill on, block the puppy, and never think about her again.



For blocking considerations, though, I may stop after nine more inches (for a total length of 80 inches) and call 'er good.

It turns out that I am not terribly in love with the stitch pattern.



It's very easy, but I think my desire to do the pattern was more about the colorway of the sample in Knitty, here. The pattern is simple enough, I am just not in love with it the way I was when I saw the pictures of it the first time. Since it is not for me, though, I don't have to love it once it's done.

Anyway, this is the weekend of Rhinebeck, which I sadly cannot attend. This is also the weekend DH is road-tripping with his youngest daughter and friend, helping them to bring youngest daughter's car from our house to her mother's house, where it shall live out its days as the receptacle of all the detritus from the life of a teenaged girl. It was a good vehicle for us, and I hope it's happy there. So, while DH is visiting family and seeing beautiful countryside, and the rest of you are engaged in a wool orgy of epic proportions, Bug and I will be here all by our little lonesomes, knitting and/or trying to shred balls of yarn. I am looking forward to hearing all your exploits and seeing the pictures of your haul. Fondle some fibers for me, please.

a meme

Cuz it's a contest, and I can't not enter a contest.

1. Where is your favorite knitting spot?

My cushy chair with ottoman. I have good lighting (at night - during the day my knitting is backlit by the picture window) and my stash is in boxes next to the chair.



You can't really see the chair, but you can see the stash boxes off to the right and the lamp posts behind (one is an Ott light, YAY). It's also right next to the fireplace. Aaaahhh.

2. If you suddenly could never knit again (shudder) - what would you do instead?

Go back to quilting.

3. If you could travel anywhere in the world - where would you go and why?

Ireland first. It's GREEN, people, and I live in the DESERT. Then a really long time in the Caribbean, wandering from dive spot to dive spot. Then Toronto, to Lettuce Knits. I think that store has everything.

4. When you were little - What did you want to do "when you grew up?" Are you doing it?

For the life of me, I can't remember what I wanted to be, but I guarantee it wasn't what I'm doing now. (Well, except for the Mom part, that rocks.)

5. What is your favorite flavor of ice cream?

Moose tracks or Chubby Hubby.

As a funny, I clicked the link that said "Translate this site to English" on my Yahoo toolbar. (I'd never noticed that there.) Amazingly, things were changed, and it gave me this:

1. Favorite Where is your knitting spot?
2. Yew you suddenly could never knit again (shudder) - what would you C instead?
3. Yew you could travel anywhere in the world - where would you go and why?
4. When you were little - What did you want to C "when you grew up?" Are you doing it?
5. Favorite What is your flavor of ice cream?


Oy.

Hellos and goodbyes

I was going to title this post Lazy Sunday, but I do believe that was last Sunday's title. I sense a theme.
Thanks to everyone for the birthday wishes! There were roses, lots of fettucine alfredo, and an Ashford Spindle that has yet to arrive in the mail. Can't wait.
Anyway, I must say goodbye to an old and dear friend. He served me well for many years and kept me going when I was at my wits' end.



He gave it up the last time yesterday morning while trying to steam milk for a latte. I wish his end was dignified, but he went out spewing steam from every orifice. He will be missed.


Well, he was missed until yesterday afternoon, when my new love came a-calling.



He's so shiny.

Bug says, "Sometimes, dinner is just too boring.

Happy Birthday to ME!

And to Dave.
The bedroom has been put back together, but the guest room is still a roiling mess, and the rest of the house looks like a band of Cornish pixies swept through. (In reality, it was just one little Bug.)
The wedding we were to attend is not in the cards for us, so I have a free afternoon. I need a nap in the worst way, and I think I might actually have some time for one. DH is taking me out to lunch and we're going to run to JoAnn's to get the supplies for the Bug's Halloween costume, but other than that, it's just me, a nap, and maybe some knitting. Tomorrow is supposed to be rainy, so more knitting time for me!

It turns out

That DH didn't want to rip out the carpet and let the girls walk around on asbestos-filled tiles from the 50s. Weird. Anyway, I called about extraction. I was given a quote and an appointment time. I left work early and met DH at home and we ripped all the furniture out of those two rooms. (How long has it been since YOU looked under YOUR bed? Yikes.) Anyway, the extraction people arrived right on time, amazingly enough, and wandered around those two rooms testing for water. There was A LOT. It went under the walls and soaked the closets. (Did you know that walls and floor are only minimally connected?) They got to work.
When my bedrooms look like this,




The rest of the house looks like this.





Turns out that there was too much water. They sucked out all they could, left big giant fans, and told me they'd be back tomorrow to finish the job. Oy. The three of us camped out in the living room.
(An aside: Bug scoots around a lot when he sleeps, and I was concerned he'd scoot off the edge of the bed, so I moved the recliner against the bed, and was happy to see that the seat of the recliner was at the same height as the top of the mattress. When I woke up this morning, the Bug had scooted, face down, on to the seat of the recliner and turned around so his head was on the bed and his legs were on the chair. It was pretty damn cute. I'm extremely glad I put that chair there!)
Anyway, the guys say they'll be back at lunchtime to finish the cleaning part, and I will have shiny clean carpets that should be dry in time to move back into our bedroom tonight. We're both pretty sure we're going to leave the guest room ripped apart and let the stepdaughter and her friend put the stuff back where they'd like it. We're pretending to be accommodating, but really we're just lazy.

PS - it's after lunch, the carpet is clean, and the creepy guy is gone! YAY!

Serenity

That was a really kick ass movie, by the way, which is causing me all sorts of weird dreams involved Reavers and yarn. There was no yarn in the movie, although that would have been the only thing to make it better.
No, the Serenity I experienced was brief and wonderful.

• It was two hours at SnB.
  
• It was Sarah reminding the waitress, who is also cool, that I like piles of whipped cream on my nonfat latté. (what?)


• It was actually knitting to the end of the ball of yarn.
  
• It was winding one of the other balls on my little swift and winder at home.



• It was NOT the discovery that I have two balls of Frill left, not one.
  
• It was NOT the discovery that the toilet has an issue shutting itself off when it refills the tank after a flush.
  
• It was NOT the realization that the toilet ran for close to two hours while we were out to dinner.


• It was NOT the fact that two hours gives the water a LONG time to seep into the carpet of both my bedroom and the guest room, which will be in use on Friday.


• It was NOT the realization that my carpet is so dirty underneath that it looks like mud and smells like wet dog.

New carpet to be had when I can figure out where DH, the Bug, three dogs and I will live while all the bedrooms are ripped up.
Very soon, there will be a break in the busyness and by all that's holy, I will have some good knitting time.

out of time

Isn't it weird how all the big time-sucking things happen all at the same time? Somehow it's always in the fall. The Bug's birthday starts it off, and there's my birthday, and MIL's birthday, punkin-pickin at the local patch, Halloween camping trip, Thanksgiving, and Christmas. DH likes to head to Montana for his mom's birthday, Thanksgiving usually takes up at least two weekends and many weekdays for planning, cleaning and cooking, and Christmas... well, we all know about Christmas. Anyway, this year we have the added events of a family wedding and a visit from the youngest SD followed by a road trip for her and DH (she's receiving her car and they're driving it back to Montana together). Oh yeah, and a baby shower I have to plan and throw. Couple that with two major product releases that I'm working on and you have a recipe for NO KNITTING AT ALL. I can't stand it. Tension and stress abound, and I have no time for knitting, and then that increases the tension because I'm NOT WORKING ON MY CHRISTMAS PRESENTS. Aaaaarrrrrrrrrrgggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Maybe I'll go home at lunch and wind a ball of yarn, just to take the edge off.

Lazy Sunday morning

We are home from our short camping trip. DH got to ski his little heart right out, and the two guys from work who came with us turned out to be one guy and his seven year old son, whom we nicknamed The Dash. (This is the best weekend EVER!) The weather was pleasant in the morning and evening, and when it got too hot, we fired up the generator and napped in Air Conditioned Comfort(tm). On our way home, we stopped at the pizza place in the little nearby town and had some fan-freaking-tastic calzones. The Bug LOVES him some pizza.
Not much knitting was done. I brought some paperwork from the office and alternated it with knitting rows while the Bug napped yesterday, but I still haven't finished that last little bit of the third ball of Frill. Today, hopefully.
I was mostly busy all weekend checking this out.

...sigh...

Things that make me sigh with contentment.

• The house is clean, thanks to a little bit of cleaning three days in a row, followed by a visit from the cleaning lady.


• Dinner is in the oven right now, simmering its little gringa-green-chile heart out.


• It's cloudy and only 90 degrees out right now.


• We are going camping tomorrow at the lake, and it will only be in the 80s there. (Almost cool enough to wear jeans outside)


• It is 2pm and I get to go home a little early today.


• I am almost at the end of the third ball of Frill. (Since the second frill was knitted from the last remaining ball, that means I have less than one ball left to knit on this project that has taken me a million years.)

I read a few posts back and noticed that it said I'd knitted 7.5 repeats on Tendrils at that time. I don't know what has happened to my counting abilities, but I've knitted at least two repeats since then, but I only have 8 repeats now. Is it too late for a WTF Wednesday?

The Aftermath

We had The Barbecue To End All Barbecues this weekend, in honor of the Bug's first birthday.
I didn't know I knew that many people. They kept coming in, and I kept saying, "Oh yeah! You!" Due to some weird Fly Convention in my backyard, most of the forty or so people were crammed in my little house. The Birthday Boy spent a good portion of it in his bedroom sleeping off the fever and ear infection he developed the day before. Even so, he was a good sport and snuggled with everyone before his nap, and played with his buddies after his nap.
And now, I have this.

Saturday sky

On Saturday, twice in a row. Tell me that doesn't freak you out.


The real question is, why am I always late on weekdays, but get up before dawn on the weekends with no problem?

And here, for your viewing pleasure. The Bug watches TV in his "recliner".

WTF?

I do know it's Friday. I also know that it's the end of September, and October is just around the corner. Where the hell has my year gone? How is it possible that nine months zipped by and I didn't notice? Oy.
On the other hand, this is my favoritest of all favorites time of year. (I'm that annoyingly chipper person who loves everyone and everything between now and New Year's Day.)
I knitted another half a cable on Tendrils last night, and YEEHAW, I'm ready to join the fourth ball. I think I have about nine repeats (a repeat being a whole back-and-forth of the cable), mebbe a little more. I'm ahead of "schedule" since knitting four rows would leave me ready to twist the cable, and in my little head, that's the fun part, so I don't stop until I've done the twist and the WS row after. It looks roughly the same as it did here, except a bit longer. Still loving the yarn, still wrestling with the beads, still hating the color. Still thinking I can get it and it's partner the Clapotis done by Christmas.
This weekend, the Barbecue That Ate My Life. It went from "a few people in the backyard grilling burgers" to "I gotta rent some tables and chairs". Do I need to make goodie bags for the other kids? Do I have enough beer? Is it weird to serve margaritas at a 1 yr old's birthday party?

I admit it

I am unreasonably fond of my little countdown machine over there in the sidebar. Not because I'm one of those smug people who will have all my Christmas knitting/shopping done by Thanksgiving, but just because I love Christmas. There's a neighborhood in our town called Winterhaven that goes all out every year. There are carriage rides and hot chocolate and amazing displays of creativity. I can't wait to take The Bug back. I can't wait to get him a new ornament, and see him play with the wrapping paper on Christmas morning, and all that stuff. It's the best. This year I may have to go up to Phoenix early and buy my dad a Christmas tree. Christmas was my mom's favorite time of year, and he hasn't decorated once since she died 11 years ago. If The Bug will be there at Grampa's for Christmas, there will be a tree, and lights, and the whole deal. And I'll skin my brother's dog if he does anything to it. (Okay, not really, but I really dislike that dog.)
I HAVE already started my Christmas knitting. However, since my knitting speed is set to Glacial, it will take me ages to finish the few projects I have going, and I won't be able to do half the ones I wanted to do in my head. The other night I worked on Tendrils and did 2/3 of a complete repeat. 8 rows total. At the end of it, my shoulders, arms and hands were throbbing. I didn't figure it out until the next morning, but those beads are heavy and they make a difference! I had grand plans of a repeat (one full cable twist) a night, but those plans are gone. This one will take me until the very end, I think, if I knit a few rows a night, alternating with other projects to give my hands a break. I have 7.5 repeats done, and I need somewhere between 25 and 30. Figuring for the most repeats and giving myself three weeks for dyeing, blocking and wrapping, that means I need to do four rows a day. That is completely doable, since I usually do a full repeat (12 rows) each weekend day. Yeah, this one is in the realm of possibility, even without killing myself.
I also cast on for double-knit socks after Kory Stamper's recent Knitty article on the subject. I overcame my mental block about doing proper short row toes (five tries for two toes, people) and put them all together. It's difficult to work with right now. I am not crazy about alternating each stitch, but someone mentioned in the comments on Kory's blog that she'd been taught to knit one round of sock A, slipping the B stitches, then switch. I found this very easy and convenient, except that I didn't remember to move the A yarn to the front when slipping the B stitches. I am fixing that stitch by stitch, but the nature of this dark yarn means I must do it in full daylight. These socks are a killer learning experience, and I am loving it completely. I may knit more this way, who knows?

And a meme, from Grumperina. Ten knitterly things you don't know about me:

1. I learned to knit about two years ago, by taking a class. I'd tried to teach myself from a book the way I did with crochet, but it didn't work out. After I learned to knit, I realized I HAD been doing it right from the book, but I'd been using size 10 needles on sport weight yarn, and it just didn't look like it was supposed to.
2. I will try anything (that I like the looks of) once. If I don't like it, I won't do it anymore, but how will I know if I don't try?
3. I don't understand why people say they are afraid to try a knitting technique. I am afraid of scorpions. Needles and yarn? Not so much.
4. Frogging frustrates me, but not too badly. I like knitting well enough that I'm generally happy to knit even if I've done the same bit before and screwed it up. (See five toes for two socks, above.)
5. I like acrylic yarns. There, I said it.
6. I also like ridiculously expensive hand dyed silks, qiviut, llama, etc. (Someday I will knit with qiviut, and someday I will knit with buffalo.)
7. Noro feels ungodly scratchy to me, to the point where I wonder why anyone would bother knitting with it.
8. I never hide craft purchases from my husband. I work my @ss off, I pay the bills, I put food on the table, and once he bought a boat without consulting me. He owes me.
9. I am afraid that, between my knitting and quilting stashes and that little obsession with buying cross-stitch kits on eBay, I may be close to the end of the boat excuse. He got a good deal, and I have a LOT of craft stash.
10. I am slowly amassing bits of roving stash. Someday soon I will learn to use a drop spindle.

In case you didn't know,

There are 91 days until CHRISTMAS.


Just sayin'.

Saturday sky

Now on Saturdays!
Yes, it's true, I was neither too busy nor too lazy to take a picture this morning. It's shaping up to be a beautiful day.



That picture shows an odd gray on my monitor, but it wasn't when I took it - I don't know if it's my sad dying monitor or my sad camera skills that was the problem.

Knitting!

I started my Bearfoot socks. I plan to knit them two at a time, a la extreme knitting from Knitty, but I am cheating a bit. The process of doing short rows while trying to keep my yarns and wraps straight in a yarn that looks nearly black except in the best of light sounds a little too extreme for me. So, I present two little sock toes.



I will stuff one inside the other when I finish them both, and then I'll double-knit. Weenie way out, I know, blah blah blah, but I just didn't wanna screw it up early on. I plan to short row the heels at the same, so I will get some practice.

OY. I just ripped both toes. Will someone please remind me, next time I mention short-row toe up socks, that I really need to start with a provisional cast on if I don't want that ridge across my toes? OY OY OY. And also, Caramba.

Mama loves her some cake!

Here we have some little yarn cakes. I LOVE yarn cakes. If I had all the leisure time I wanted, I would spend a little time each day rewinding my balls into little cakes. They're deeply satisfying, and calorie free. (Actually, if I were to eat them, they'd probably have calories, given the nature of most things.)
Anyway, I borrowed a scale and split my hank of Bearfoot and my ball of A Piece of Vermont into two equal cakes. Yarn cupcakes!



I will cast on for my little socks whilst waiting for the doctor (well, for the nurse, really) to jab my son repeatedly in the thigh with long needles. We both love that Oh So Much.

Socky socky socky schmoo

(Hmm, I wonder what this post is about?)
Last night I finished the ribbed socks in my hand-dyed cotton sock yarn! Those have been a long time in the making, and I can say with complete honesty that I'm glad they're finished. They are snuggly to wear, and I can't wait. (I really really need to get some shoes that show off my hand-knit socks. Suggestions? And no, clear plastic clogs will not go on my feet.)


I'm not exactly sure why my feet look so stumpy in that picture, but I DID take it on WTF Wednesday...
Pattern: Basic toe-up by Wendy, with some ribbing thrown in to entertain me
Yarn: Cotton/lycra mix that I dyed myself and can't find anymore in the wild
Time: OMG I don't want to think about this. Um... May 1 (OMG how sad is that) to Sept 19. Oy.

Also, SOCKPAL SOCKS IN THE WILD! Hooray!



In Montana it was finally cool enough to wear them, and they were wonderful and so snuggly. Thanks again, Des! I can't wait for another sockapalooza!
ETA: I showed them to my MIL, who knit in a former life, and she said, "Wow, look at all those color changes! Those must have been really hard to knit!" LOL She was amazed at "what they'll think of next" when I told her about the self-striping yarn.

Sheesh!

I go away for a few days, and Blogland explodes! What, you people wait until I leave to post? You can't post while I'm at work, being bored?


Anyway, it was a lovely trip. There was cold, there was rain, there was snow, there was moose poop. There was cake, and lots of it. (Not in the same location with the moose poop.)

Bug loved the grass, the trees, the puppies next door, Gramma, Grampa, Buttons the Dog, his cousins, walking on the river, flying in the airplane, running like a maniac through the airport... Here is a brief photo essay of our trip.






Sunday sky, a few days late





You had to know there would be yarn.

Running away

From the heat!
Tomorrow we take the Bug on his second-ever plane ride to see his grandparents. DH and I are practically dancing to get out of town, and of course, the Bug has no clue that anything is different. (Well, except for the slight shrillness that creeps into our voices when we say, "Are you going to see GRAMMA soon?!" He must think we're nuts.)
It's supposed to be rainy, with highs in the 50s and lows in the 30s. I am planning to do some river-walking anyway. Eddie can play in the grass if it's wet. The thought will jar his gramma to her very core, and she will fret ad nauseum that he might get cold. If a kid can't play in the rain, though, then I give up. I HOPE he gets a little chilly, just to know what it feels like. Most of his life has been spent in the inferno that is southern Arizona in the summer, and our last winter was particularly mild. His great-gramma made him a quilt, just like she's made for all her other great-grandchildren, most of whom live in Montana. The quilt is so heavy we've not used it yet. Maybe this weekend!
In the grand tradition of overestimating my abilities, I will again be taking Tendrils AND Frill. This time I hope to get two repeats on Tendrils and a few inches on Frill. I'll have my sock for the plane ride and the long layover in Salt Lake. Since I have the patterns for both memorized, it shouldn't be hard to knit a few stitches here and there, and maybe I'll make some noticeable progress. I threaded two more balls of yarn with beads last night, which should be plenty.
Work? what work?

Walkin' fool

I have finally captured photos of the walking Bug.



He melts my heart all the time, but I especially love the stomping sound he makes when he's truckin' down the hall or something. I'd give him anything just to see him smile. I am so screwed.

It's all been said before

So I won't say it again.
Read.

SaturdaySunday sky

Well, Saturday escaped me, and Sunday has run past too. Why do the weekends speed by, but the days at the office just drag?
Anyway, the sky. A combination of dead battery and pure laziness prevented me from taking the pic yesterday, but it looks much the same.



I have been knitting away on both Frill and Tendrils. I thought I'd post a few progress photos.

Here's Frill. The ball in the photo is about half gone, and I think I have another half ball attached to the second frill.



That thing is about 41 inches long, and I have another 11 inches of frill waiting to be attached. The pattern suggests 87 inches in length, but I'm not sure I'll knit it that long. I'll see how I feel about it when I finish this ball.

Here's Tendrils.



A cable-y close up. (Click to embiggen, as always.)



I love the pattern. I love the texture of the yarn; it's soft as soft. I HATEHATEHATE the way the colors are knitting up. I thought it would look less mottled when it was knitted up, but no. It's still splotchy and ugly. I will be overdyeing this puppy with a dark green dye when I'm finished. I hope it makes the yellow and light green plies turn dark green, and leaves the dark green and blue plies alone. That would even it out, but still give it depth. All I know is, I'm not giving it to anyone in its current color incarnation.

More progress: Bug's hair!



He looks a little less thrilled about it than Mama, but he warmed up to it later.

Glorious Friday

Today has started out as nice as yesterday did. We got a brief rain shower this morning,



I had time (and milk) to make my coffee, and the Bug played quietly in his crib while I took a shower. I even had time to knit a row on Tendrils! I know, I know, Selfish September says I should knit for me first, but I sorta was - I like Tendrils better right now than the two projects intended for me. Also, I'd left my sock at work, not thinking I'd have time to work on it before I got to the office. Anyway, I'm just shy of three repeats! Yeah, so the five-repeats-a-week thing isn't going so well right now...

The babies abound! Grumperina has been making baby gifts for what seems like ages, on and off, and even Alison got in on the fun! Go wish her congratulations.

Here is my little baby, sporting his new shoes.



He's not sure about them yet, but next week in Montana it will be cool enough that he'll need them, so he'd best get the practice in now.

Rainy day somethings?

What's the opposite of the blues? What do you have when you're feeling good?
Anyway, this morning has started out in a lovely fashion. I was awakened a little too early, 5:30am, by the Bug. We got up to find his daddy and went outside, where it was actually a little crisp. We sat there with DH for a few minutes, and it started to rain! YAY! It's been going ever since. (When I got to work, the marquee on the bank out front says it's 66. We haven't seen that low temp for months and months, even at night!)
I was out of milk for my lattes, so I went to Starbucks and got a giant Pumpkin Spice latte! YUM. Now, I know lots of people hate Starbucks (why do we hate companies that succeed? I mean, it's one thing to hate big corporations that pollute and oppress, but SB is supposed to be a good corporate citizen, right?) but in a pinch they'll do. Their coffee is usually too weak for me, but with the pumpkin flavoring, I'll suffer. ;-) I must hunt some of this down myself for my regular morning lattes. Yum.
To top it all off, I had a conference call this morning, and I knitted on my sock! I must have gotten 5 rounds done at least. This may not seem like a big deal, but in the last two months I think I've probably only knitted 5 rounds total on that sock. I so want to get it done, both so I can wear them and so I can start a new one. I think next time I knit socks I will do two pairs at once, to keep myself entertained. A plain green 3x1 rib sock is not the most exciting thing out there.
I have accepted the fact that Sonnet will not be done in time for Montana next week. It should be cold enough, however, to wear my Sockapaloooza knee-highs, finally! Looking forward to walking by the river, and visiting with the family, and showing off the Bug! They haven't seen him since he was about three weeks old, so the change will be amazing.

Green

That title has nothing at all to do with anything, but I couldn't think of a snappy title. I guess it's a little appropriate, since we finally got a bit of rain from John and all the dust has been washed from the trees. I think other parts of town got more; some of the washes are closed on the northwest side of town. We got just enough to dampen everything and put a slight nip in the air after the sun went down. It was a very pleasant evening.
I did very little knitting yesterday. DH left before I got up and didn't get home until after 8pm. The Bug had a rough day of falling down or getting fingers pinched, and didn't nap or eat well, either. He struggled mightily to keep himself awake until he got to see Daddy, and that struggle included much shrieking, whining, moaning, chasing dogs, and kicking me. Oy. He has sharp toes.
I didn't sew in the sleeves of Haiku, either. I need good light and time to concentrate, and I had neither of those yesterday. A friend came over Sunday afternoon and brought her almost-four-year-old daughter. Haiku would have fit her perfectly. This is not good, as the little girl I'm making it for is eensy. Tiny. Wee, even. Oh well, someday it will fit her. I still love it.
Now I have a dilemma. I don't want to knit on my socks at SnB. The HPT requires too much yarn and I am hesitant to be seen with it in public anyway. Sonnet is easy SnB knitting, but it won't get me any closer to being done with my Christmas knitting. That leaves Frill and Tendrils. Hmm, Tendrils is less complicated, so I should probably take that. The weight of the beads on that thing make it so that very soon it will be too big to knit anywhere. Yeah, Tendrils will have its day in the sun night in the coffeehouse tonight.

You big tease

Oy, it's hot. I guess it's not terribly hot - 86, with 46% humidity, but it looks hot. John is a big tease at my house so far. The weather channel talks about big time rain, flash flooding, warning this, severe weather that. I look out my window and see fluffy white clouds with blue sky. It's the kind of sky, though, that feels heavy and hot. If it were cold, they'd be snow clouds. It's not, though, so they're just holding in the heat. I feel oppressed. I also feel weird that it's only noon. It feels late. There must be clouds elsewhere blocking the sun, because until I just looked at the clock I figured it was abou 4pm. (Hooray, more knitting time!)
I have been knitting on Frill today. Holy crap, I know, but it's true. I worked on Tendrils most of yesterday, as the Bug allowed, so I wanted a little change. Turns out I'd rather work on the albatross of knitting than seam up a baby sweater. This does not bode well for the future.
The Bug has recently discovered the TV. He always knew it was there, to scratch, touch, bang on, and lick, but now he's seeing the pictures.



It's kinda cracking me up. There's a chime noise that happens when the scene changes, and even if he's gotten interested in something else, his head whips around to see what the new thing is when he hears that chime. It's a tad Pavlovian.

Holy cow, when did it turn to September?

Cuz I'm still in April or May.
Hello new subscriber!

Rabbitch mentioned something recently about Selfish September. I don't know if that is the appropriate title, but the gist is that each day in September, you knit a little on something for yourself, before you knit on gifts. I can do that. Two rounds or so on my little green sock, here I come. Hopefully to be done while I sip some coffee each morning.

It's Saturday, and that means I need some sky.
Here is the standard landscape from my back step.



Turn just a little, though, and ...



Hello, John.

John is making it a little cooler here today, for which he has my thanks. I'd appreciate it, though, if he'd consider laying off the people in Mexico. Wondering if your shanty or tar paper house will still be there when you get back from the shelter sounds like a heinous way to spend the weekend.

DH is off working this weekend, saving the world, one badly-done house at a time. (The house he's remodelling now was bought for a (relative) song, because some of the features added to the house by the previous owners were so ugly no one would touch the thing.) I will be knitting as much as the Bug allows. Tendrils continues, and despite misgivings about the color of the yarn, I like it. This is what I did last night.



The Harlot had a piece on how to do that recently, and it worked very well.

In other news, Sweden recently pledged $5 million to help rebuild Gaza and get the people there an economy back. This sounds like a lot (especially after other countries added to the pot), until I think about something else. A few years ago, DH helped build a vacation home for The Ks, a very wealthy couple from out of state. Including the land, they spent more than $7 million. It was mostly built to house their art collection, but they intended to send the kids and the nanny a few times a year. I have no qualms about The Ks spending their money the way they see fit. But ONE COUPLE spent more on one unused house than a WHOLE COUNTRY pledged to help rebuild an entire region. That's crazy in so many directions, I'm not even able to entirely wrap my head around it.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll be off trying to finally get video of the Bug walking.

Back from the swamp

Okay, it really wasn't a swamp, but the thermometer said it was 110 and the humidity made me wish I had gills. Ugly, hot, nasty.
The Bug LOVED his first plane ride.



We got to sit in the first row for most of the Going, and when we stopped in Albuquerque, Bug got to watch the guy load the kitchen stuff from the cool truck. The kitchen guy even walked over to the edge of his loading platform to knock on Bug's window, which thrilled the little guy to no end.
The Bug also got much love from his older half-sisters, one of whom hadn't even met him yet. They hit it off right away.




Before we knew it, it was time to go, so we climbed into the car we bought and drove away. It is a long boring drive through western OK and north Texas. It only started to get interesting after we got into New Mexico.
Did you see Contact? When she hears the alien signal on the Very Large Array? We drove right through it. It was the coolest thing. We popped over a hill, and suddenly there were 20 or 30 of these monster satellite dishes out in the middle of a field of daisies and mallow. I wanted to take a picture, but the Bug was sleeping and DH didn't want to risk waking him. Four states is a long long way for a little guy to sit in a car seat.

Remember when I said I was only taking three projects and expected to make progress? NOT. I got a few rounds on the sock, and a couple inches of Tendrils. That's it, that's all. I need some serious knitting time to finish even the Christmas knitting I've already started. ...sigh...

Oh yeah, and YEEHAW! On behalf of women and girls everywhere, BITE ME, WARREN.

Sooner and later

Tomorrow we are off to the Sooner State. (That's Oklahoma.) I don't have the foggiest idea what a Sooner is. Okay, I looked it up - it's basically a cheater. I guess the U of O people don't really want to think of it that way, though. Anyway, I don't really care, I'm going there to see two of the Bug's half sisters. We're buying a car while we're there and driving home, so that's the part I'm looking forward to. I love a road trip with the DH.
For the occasion, which entails 1000 miles and a whole lotta Bug breaks, I am packing two pre-beaded balls for Tendrils, Frill, and the Sonnet sleeves. I will probably bring the green sock on the plane, although we're holding the Bug on our laps, so I don't know how much knitting I'll really get done. I hope to get a good portion of the other projects done in the car. The two Tendrils balls are only 96 yds each, so I can see that I might get those both knitted up. Sonnet is stockinette, so I can probably do that in the dark. I just need to buckle down and work on Frill. I associated it with exercise once while thinking about riding the stationary bike, and I haven't been able to pick it up since! It's for Haiku's mommy, though, so I need to get it done and out of my psychic space. It's weighing me down.
And on a different note, should I be worried that my horoscope for the day says I'm not saving enough money and I'm going to need it soon?

No more Saturday

Well, I blew off my Saturday Sky duty. I did take a Sunday Sky pic, just seconds before it started to rain. Aaaaah, rain.



This is the tree in my back yard. I always thought it only bloomed during monsoons, but amazingly, it started blooming when it started raining. Amazing what a little water does to a plant...



In knitting news, I have little. My beads arrived from Earth Faire the day after they were shipped. It seemed like such a small package to hold so many beads. I spent a little time running my fingers through them after I put them in a tupperware. I strung two balls today - I am using balls half the size of the ones called for, so I strung 300 on each. I think that's way way too many, but I'd rather have too many than too few, right?
Haiku sleeve 2 is going. Same ol', same ol'.

In Bug news, because you care, he's having a weekend of firsts! First balloon, first tantrum over a toy (he was shopping with Daddy), and, ta da! First steps! The Bug has decided that he must go faster and get into more trouble than is available to him while crawling. My baby boy isn't such a baby anymore. Damn, soon he'll be a toddler. ...sob...
I have yet to get a picture or video of the walking, because he likes to stop whatever he's doing and stare blankly at the camera whenever I have it out.

Partial FO?

I finished sleeve one of Haiku last night.



I have a sleeve, some blocking and some making up to do. Since I've never put a sweater together, I find myself a little trepidacious. (Oooh, big word. I've always liked that one. Say it out loud, it's kinda fun.) Anyway, I have my Montse Stanley and my Encyclopedia of Needle Crafts or whatever it's called, so I shall be fine. If not, the recipient of the sweater will have outgrown it before I finish it anyway, even though I added an inch to all the measurements.

My Bug is 11 months old. ...sob...

No pictures today

Sunday I did very little knitting, but it was still a pleasant day. Lots of running around with DH, a little nap-time, and dinner with good friends.
Yesterday when I woke up, I felt like death warmed over, and DH convinced me to stay home after running the Bug to daycare. I had most of a day to relax and knit. It was glorious, even with the cough, headache, and leftover cold guk. I knit a good portion of one of the Haiku sleeves before realizing that it would be much too long, so I ripped and reknit that too. I'm about 1/3 done with it. I hope to finish the sweater before we run off to Oklahoma next week to visit the Bug's sisters. We're driving back to AZ (about 1000 miles) so I plan to take Frill, Sonnet and Tendrils (plus the green sock) for the trip home.
I just ordered the beads for Tendrils today - that was a nightmare. Even the shop that Sivia Harding pointed me to didn't have the beads she called out, and they were out of the beads they'd substituted. I had to substitute the substitute. None of my local bead shops had anything even close. :-( I figure I'll string a couple of balls of yarn and cast on while I'm home, then take it with me. No way I'll finish all the projects I'm bringing (maybe the sock and Sonnet's first sleeve) but it will be nice to have a selection.
(ETA: the shop does have the beads, just in bulk. You have to write and ask them, instead of buying a bunch of little tubes. You even get a discount because they sell the big bag by weight, instead of taking the time to parcel them out into said tubes. If you're doing Tendrils and you want the beads, use the Contact Us form and ask for them. Very accomodating, even switching out my other order for the real substitute.)