Monday, October 10, 2016

What a Difference Three Hours Makes

I haven't had a chance to blog, but I have barely had time to knit either. A row here, a row there, nothing to blog about. I was able to finish Mandy's blanket, presented with pride a few days before the baby is born.
I was pleased with the crochet border, and even added an additional double crochet row, since I had a couple days before the planned gifting. 

In the weeks after, I found myself not knitting.  I was busy with life.  Work, kids, house, stress, etc.  These are the things that usually drive me to knitting, but I just wasn't sure what to knit.  I knew what I SHOULD be knitting: mitts for the teachers' Christmas present, my sweeties hunting mitts and a few other things that had been in progress for close to forever.  I knew what I was tempted to knit, new and exciting things for myself, but then I felt guilt for the older and only unexciting because of their age things.  So I just didn't pick up the needles.  I would pack them in my bag, and carry them around the house, but without actually knitting.  No knitting meant no need to blog about knitting.

I finally broke through my knitting ennui last Friday, but finding something more boring.  I had continuing education for three hours.  I needed some non-complicated knitting that would occupy my hands and keep me awake for three hours.  I  started with a few lines completed, and made it all the way to finishing thumb increases.  A re-joining after casting off the thumb and a dozen or so ribbed rows later, and I was casting off this morning.  And casting off the second.  I guess if I even wanted to know how long it took to knit one mitt, the answer is four to five hours.  I estimate that I have to finish one mitt every two weeks in October and November, and now I find myself well ahead of my deadline. 

Today, it is all about the break, but not a break up. 

Tuesday, September 13, 2016


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. 


Today, it is all about being green.