Tuesday, September 13, 2016

3-2-1

Mandy starts her maternity leave on Friday. I thought that I had a few more weeks, but the powers that be have been running her ragged, so she is starting earlier than anticipated. 


That means the blanket needs to be finished within 60 hours. I have started purple, so this is not a completely unreasonable goal. But it does require focus, dedication and perseverance. 

Today, it is all about the end of the rainbow. 

Monday, September 5, 2016

While binge-watching

PBS had a Downton Abbey marathon this holiday weekend. Three days, all six seasons. I assume, at least. I didn't notice until Sunday afternoon, during Season 4.

It was a busy weekend, but by this afternoon, I could finally enjoy the marathon for season six. I knit during the show, and did my work reading during the lengthy PBS pleas for support. I brought home a stack of papers four inches high, and I got through 3/4 of the stack. Not bad.

And now, I am about 1/3 through blue. Mandy is starting to talk about stopping work earlier than planned. I may only have a week or two to finish those last two colors.

Today, it is all about a ticking calendar.


Wednesday, August 31, 2016

2 and 34

Just when I was starting to feel confident about my deadline, Mandy mentioned she was 34 weeks along. 34 weeks? That means I only have six more weeks, AT BEST. Two wedges in six weeks. Green took exactly two weeks, so in theory, I am good. But I am not certain anyone told the baby. I will have to be very monogamous if I am going to get this thing done in time. 

Considering I am still on row one of my latest symptom of startitis, it doesn't sound like too much of a hardship. 

Today, it is all about hoping a baby can read a calendar. 

Monday, August 29, 2016

Fourth time was the charm

Last week, while I was waiting on court, I cast on something new. (Yes, I probably do have a problem, which can be discussed in a later post.) Long-tail cast on, 166 stitches, shouldn't be too difficult, right? Famous last words. 

I ran out of tail at about 145 stitches. Yank out, pull out more tail. Take 2. 

I forget what the problem was with Take 2, except that I am pretty sure my tail was plenty long, and it was unrelated to the tail. 

Take 3. I ran out of tail at 120 stitches. Bloody hell! How did my tail get shorter? I started in exactly the same spot? Yank. By this time, my obvious distress and swearing at my knitting was leading to chuckles in the hallway. "You do this for relaxation, right?"

Take 4, I was finally about to successfully cast on 166 stitches. I recounted, and was able start Row 1. Only took a week. 


Today, it is all about the correlation between swearing and relaxation. 

Saturday, August 20, 2016

Killing Me Swiftly

Last night, I needed to wind a new hank of yarn.  My swift is in storage, and I didn't want to bother with doing laps around a couple chairs. So I carefully laid out the hank, and started balling the yarn, convinced that if I was simply careful, I could get by. 

Famous last words.

This mess was a speedy result. As I wound more yarn, the mess grew. Hour after hour, I detangled and wound the yarn. Really, I could have walked to my mothers basement and back and spent less hours than detangling my yarn. 


I felt even more silly when I realized  that my swift was home after all. 

Today, it is all about the tangles. 

Tuesday, August 16, 2016

I am not leaving til I am done with yellow

Knittervention last night every other Monday, I harden my heart at pouty little boys, and leave a half hour before their bedtime to knit on a bar. ( Doodlebug has taken to crying because I am not there to tuck him into bed. What the hell? It isn't like he appreciates the other twenty eight days of the month that I do!)

Mandy was sick yesterday, so it was prime baby blanket time. She has seen me knitting it, but I don't know if she has figured out that it is for her.   She has entered her third trimester, so I was s woman on a mission. I was not going to leave until I finished yellow and was ready to start green. 

Success! 

Today, it is all about being green. 

Sunday, August 14, 2016

Back to school

My baby boys started school this past week. Two adorably feisty boys headed off the first and third grade. They both dutifully remembered their first week job: they found out their teachers' favorite colors.  Purple and green. (Last year was green and purple, ironically enough.). 

That was when I realized that I had to start on Christmas Teacher Mitts. Is it that time of year already? The past twelve months I have been busy making baby baby blankets and last year's teacher's mitts. Now that I am 75% finished with ANOTHER baby blanket, it is time to start the teachers mitts again. Thank God I only have two children, or Christmas could get ugly. 

As it is, I still feel a little bit like I am knitting for others more than myself. When can I knit on my pretty lace shawls?  Mommmmm! It's not faaaaiiirrr! I want to knit for myself!

Hopefully, no one else I know will get pregnant. At least for a while. Christmas comes rather predictably, and my children will be in school for quite a while., so no hope for reprieve there. 

Today, it is all about the knitting selfishness. And that is only if you ignore the fact that my Sweetie's hoodie is six years in progress.