Men just don't understand

My husband this morning: "You sound excited. You are acting like this is a race or something."

Excuse me, this is FAR more exciting than a Nascar race. Those happen all the time. There are, like, 40 Nascar races that are fully televised every year. There is one ever year within a 75 mile radius of our home: The Brickyard 400. There are actually THREE races per year near home, if you count the Indy 500, the Brickyard 400, and the Grand Prix.

The Harlot, on the other hand, has not yet come to Indiana. (That I know about, at least.) This is a rare event, and worthy of excitement far exceeding that of cars going in circles really fast. And if he calls knitters crazy one more time, I am going to pummel him.

Please forgive him. It takes more than a year to properly train a Muggle Husband.

Today, it is all about the excitement.

Knitting Blahs

The other day, I realized why I have been kind of bored with all of my WIPs. I am on the second sock in everything. Pomotomus, Jaywalker, charity socks, Mom's socks. Even my little baby hat is the second one in a row that I am doing in the same yarn. I realize that second socks are necessary, since humans were born with two feet, but it gets a little boring to finish something, then turn around and make the exact same thing in the exact same yarn.

I did finish a charity sock the other day, while watching "Memoirs of a Geisha", so maybe that will help inspire me to finish all these second socks! It is either that or succumb to the yarn whispering to me from the sock yarn bin to start something new. Resistance is futile.

Today, it is all about the resistance.

P.S. My camera is back on speaking terms with my computer, after a brief but successful mediation. I should be able to start posting pictures again.

The Harlot is coming! The Harlot is coming!

That's right. Knitting's closest thing to a rock star is coming to Indiana! She will be signing her latest book just north of Indy, a mere 50 miles or so from me! Naturally, I will be there. I don't care how, I will make it, and preferably stay awake for the whole event and on the drive home. The local yarn store accidently scheduled a yarn tasting event for the same night, but surely SOMEONE else will be going to see the Harlot for carpooling purposes. Must remember to go to Knit Night tonight to find out.

Today, it is all about the Harlot!

When you are bored with everything else,

start something new. Except this was a baby something, so I think it falls under the exception to the usual "not going to start anything new until I finish one thing" rule. (My computer isn't speaking to my camera today, so I can't show any pictures. As opposed to my recent picture laziness that accounts for the lack of pictures all last month.) You will just have to imagine my new project. Nothing special, just a little baby blue hat for a new baby. That was the only thing baby that I could remember off the top of my head.

And in case my husband ever thinks I have too many needles, he should remember the half hour I spent combing the house and muttering to myself while in search of any double point needles that would come anywhere close to being right for the yarn.

As it is, this cute little hat was finished just in time for a baby shower. (Literally, I was decreasing in the car, and bound off when I got there.) So now I have to start another one for my little thumper.

I have made timely but not measurable progress on works in progress. I have knit minutes on all of them, and yet can't see any difference. Is there a support group for this?

The weather is warming, so my sweetie is taking the bike out every chance he gets. I can only wave as he leaves, with slight envy in my heart. Riding, even as a passenger, is on my "don't list" right now. I know it is supposed to be safe enough, but I am just not confortable with the idea with baby on board. Plus, there is the problem of this giant belly of mind. (I was nearly the same size as the expectant mother at that shower last weekend, even though she was allegedly two months farther along than I was. Course, she is 15 years younger, and probably started out as a size 2. Besides, my baby will be larger and healthier. That is my story and I am sticking to it.)

Today, it is all about baby blue, baby boy hats.