Wednesday, June 29, 2016

I love your wedges

I was hanging around the courthouse waiting for the judge to be ready for my hearing, and I heard a nice compliment. " I love your wedges."  I thought she meant these wedges:
Turns out she meant my shoes. Ok, they are cute shoes, and VERY comfortable. But the rainbow circle baby blanket is enchanting!  What is wrong with muggles?

Deadline check: halfway (very nearly) done, three months to due date. 

Today, it is all about the different types of wedges. 

Tuesday, June 21, 2016

Sticks before. . . . .Husbands

Mandy didn't make it to Knittervention last night.  Apparently, her husband had a rare evening off, and she preferred to spend the evening with him.  I get it, but I still had to tease her a little about here skewed priorities.  She obviously hasn't been married long enough. 

Still, we had a reasonable turnout, and it made for lively conversation and delightful knitting.  We had two people who were casting on something new.  One who was well into a baby blanket. 

And I was working on lace.  This was not the smartest move on my part.  The logical thing would have been to use that two hours to work on Mandy's baby blanket, in her absence.  Or something else that was not so time an attention consuming.  The second pint of cider was definitely a mistake. 

And yet, I was knitting lace.  Attention demanding, time consuming, under the influence of cider, and amid distractions of other knitters, I was working on lace.  A fresh page to the pattern, and without a lifeline, I was working on lace.  Sometimes, you have to knit where your whims take you. 

I haven't checked the half row that I completed last night to see if I was knitting crap or not. 

Today, it is all about the whims. 

Saturday, June 4, 2016

One third in the second trimester

I am nearly finished with the fourth wedge, out of twelve. The intended mother-to-be recipient is in her second trimester. She is due in October, so I have four months to finish the remaining eight wedges.   That doesn't sound like enough time. Especially considering what else is going on these days. 

They say that selling a house/buying a house/moving is one of the most stressful things in life. I am selling a house right now. Soon I will be buying another house at the same time as selling a second house. After all the buying and selling is done, then I get to move. Preferably all before school starts in August. 

So I have a bit going on besides a baby blanket deadline. I just need to keep reminding myself that the blanket is stress relief, not adding to it. 

Today it is all about the reminders. 

Tuesday, May 24, 2016

At a glacial pace

I love knitting lace, but it moves along at an annoying slow pace. Slower than molasses in January. Slower than a comatose turtle. Slower than your average glacier.

This weekend, I worked on my pretty lace shawl, and watched pretty lace DVD's.  Six episodes of Downton Abbey ( Season 6) and one Edith Wharton movie later, I finished five rows. 

A half inch of lace at best. 

Today it is all the exquisite slowness. 

Friday, May 13, 2016

The Servers' Buddy

A couple weeks ago, one of our regular servers at Knittervention commented on how carrying a couple hot plates balanced on one arm can really burn the skin on the arm. I remember that well from my server days, a hundred years ago or so. I used to have a potholder that I would carry with me, but I am a knitter now, and I could do better. 

Behold! The Servers' Buddy!  Really a variation of my usual Teachers' Mitts. I will be posting the pattern to both mitts, when I have a chance. But for right now, I had a very happy server. 
Today it is all about protecting the delicate skin. 

Sunday, April 24, 2016

Brownie Points

My sweetie earned major brownie points today. He let me spend 11 hours binge-watching season five of Game of Thrones before the season premier of season six. 

Eleven hours of him keeping kids occupied, grilling dinner, and shutting up when I said the code word "zip".  I spent eleven hours cringing from the violence, bring shocked when people died, and knitting. 
I am going to have to rub his feet every night for a year now. 

Today, it is all about the payback. 

Wednesday, April 20, 2016

What Passes for Normal

What passes for normal is relative to your personal perspective and experiences.  Knitting in public is perceived by the muggle population as an aberration reserved for white-haired grannies.  I have my husband well-trained.  He doesn't bat an eye while I knit in bars, at sporting events like football and Nascar, waiting in offices, and anywhere else I fancy.  After nine years of marriage, my sweetie is convinced this behavior is normal.  (Well, for me, it is!) 

The Courthouse has been a much slower acclimation.  I don't have the luxury on working on them 24/7.  But after all these years, I think that people have become accustomed, and even express interest, to my knitting in hallways and courtrooms. 

Yesterday, the sight of two attorneys knitting in the hallway at the same time was enough to prove to me that there is still work to be done.  People were still talking about it today.  Apparently, attorneys who knit don't appear intimidating enough.  Possibly, but I can't do kickboxing while I am waiting 15 minutes for court to start.  The sharp, pointy metal spikes aren't intimidating enough? 

Today, it is all about the intimidation factor.