Tuesday, September 18, 2018

Is it Fall yet Y'all?

The calendar says it is September 18th.   Which sounds like fall.

Unfortunately our weather forecast for today is "Sunny with a high of 107."

That doesn't feel like fall.

It feels like sweat.

*le sigh*

Despite the conflicting opinions regarding which season it is (and I guess it isn't really a conflict since Fall doesn't officially start for a few more days anyways.  The weather and the calendar are actually in agreement that it is still Summer) this weekend felt like a good time to "fall-ify" the house.

It makes my soul happy.

The Queen has decided she will only eat from one food group at a time.

It makes her soul happy

Today's lunch was brought to her by the "things that are white" food group.  She did make allowances for the brown chocolate milk in her sippy cup.  But that might have been because the offending colored milk was hidden.

On the knitting front I am working on a gloriously green Slate Top for Pork Chop.  But miles of stockinette stitch on size 3 needles may mean I never ever ever do anything but create endless tiny knit stitches for the rest of my life.

This too makes my soul happy.  

So happy that I'm contemplating making a Slate top for myself with some beautiful white yarn I have in my stash.  That would be the third white sweater I've made for myself in the past two years.  I really like to live dangerously with the white tops and the messy toddler life.

Sunday, May 27, 2018

Telling Bad Stories

Yesterday Sweet Pea came downstairs and said "Wanna hear a story?  I used the bathroom and when I was done I threw up!"

It was a terribly story.  But in her defense she's only ten.  Her story telling skills are not yet fully developed.

She proceeded to spend the rest of the morning throwing up with intermittent diarrhea thrown in the mix just for funsies.

Luckily it only lasted the morning, and by lunch she was sipping sprite, and eating popsicles, asking me for a sandwich.

I was only in the kitchen for a moment but when I returned The Queen was seated on the floor quietly dipping Sweet Pea's left over germ infested popsicle stick into Sweet Pea's equally germ infested cup of sprite.  Horrified I could only watch helplessly as  she licked the germ infested sprite covered popsicle stick.  I screamed "No!  Don't do that."  Realizing she had been caught red-handed she dropped the popsicle stick and began to guzzle the stolen cup of sprite as fast as she could knowing it would soon be confiscated.

Sock Monkey.

I knew no good could come from this.

The Greatest and I speculated on what the incubation period of Sweet Pea's bug might be.

The answer is 15 hours.  The incubation period is 15 hours.

That's how I found myself at 4:45 this morning holding a puke bucket before The Queen like a peasant with an offering.

Three rounds of vomit and approximately 592 soiled diapers later I think the worst is over.

But dang, I'm tired.

I had intended to take pictures of my "Sunday Morning" cardigan, because blogging it on a Sunday Morning just felt right.

But dang, I'm tired.  And I don't have the energy for eye liner.  Or things like combing my hair.

I do realize I'm not telling a good story either.  See again the bad story about getting up at 4:45 to deal with vomit.

So instead of any more bad story telling please enjoy these pictures of Sweet Pea wearing the sweater I knit for her from the yarn leftover from my Sunday Morning cardigan.

It is another Berenice Sweater.  There was a point when I thought I would make one for each of the girls but then reality rushed in and stomped all over my dreams.  I knit one for the Queen.  And then I knit this one for Sweet Pea.  And then I couldn't find yarn to knit one for Bird.  And I didn't feel up to trying to resize/modify the unusual construction of the sweater in a thicker yarn for Pork Chop.  And then someone put The Queen's sweater in the dryer and it felted.  And then I gave up on my dream.

But that's okay because look how cute my Sweet Pea is!

I do LOVE all the details and textures in this sweater.

And in a fun note when I went to take a picture of the back of the sweater

I realized that Sweet Pea was wearing the sweater backwards.

I guess that means it is super versatile?

And she has lots of room to grow?

Just trying to focus on the positive.  Now please excuse me while I go change diaper 593.  How much longer until bedtime?

Monday, May 21, 2018

To Recap


I know it's been two months.  But in my defense Mama has been BUSY.  But now that the children are all out of school for summer things will slow down and I'm sure I'll find myself with some extra time on my hand on a regular basis.

Let's all take a moment to laugh really hard while I pretend that might even be the slightest teeniest tiniest little bit true.

Each "season" of life keeps getting louder, and busier, and crazier. 

And wonderful-er?

To summarize what's been happening...

Our current bad puppy but future good dog is getting huge, and these two are just as much trouble together as you think they are.

My sweet Bird graduated 8th grade and is now in high school.  (the picture is her kindergarden graduation vs 8th grade graduation.  I love that sassy confident kid!)

Speaking of high school

Pork Chop graduated high school!  (Pictured is her very first day of school and her very last day of school.)  I wish I had some pictures of graduation to show off but I got a tummy bug and spent a very unpleasant evening at home.  I missed her Valedictorian Speech.  I will never not be mad at the universe about that.  (I spend five minutes puzzling out that double negative and I think it says what I mean.  If not, you know what I mean.)

The boy is still the boy and refusing to be photographed.  

And this girl

 is still sweet as pie.

This guy

is still The Greatest.

And...you're all caught up on the important stuff.

For Mother's Day The Greatest added a few upgrades to my back patio

If you need me I'll be out there...hopefully knitting.

Monday, March 19, 2018

Creepy Creeping on Joji Locatelli's designs

I know!

Isn't he the cutest, tiniest, sweetest puppy ever!

Just look at his sweet face

He has to be this cute to make up for the fact the he needs house broken.  And he won't sleep in his crate unless someone is laying with his crate.  And his bladder is the size of a pea so he needs to pee every hour on the hour day and night.

But look...

He's just so cute!

But beyond the puppy, you might have noticed that I am wearing an awesome sweater in the first picture

Pattern:  Granito 

Yarn:  Recycled Cotton from a frogged store bought sweater

Needles:  size 4 and size 2.5 (I'm guessing, that's what the pattern called for)

Modifications:  None.  I just wanted to follow a pattern and not think too much.

Review:  I don't always knit Pullovers.  But when I do they are exclusively designed by Joji Locatelli.  Seriously.  My Boxy, Cozy Neighborhood, and my nearly finished Grey Tweed Sweater were all designed by Joji.  As was this sweater.

She is currently my favorite designer and I want to knit nearly every design she creates.


Nothing exciting here.  The back looks pretty much like the front. 

Also I'm thinking of cutting a foot off my hair.  It's getting ridiculous.  And I just took six inches off in December. 

But I digress. 

Back to the sweater.

I love this sweater.  I love the sleeve length, and the seam lines on the shoulder, and the overall length (I may have made mine longer than the pattern suggests).  I love the yarn.  I even love the neckline which is weird because it's too high for me to love, but I love it anyways. 

That is the magic of Joji.

I think I'll knit her Quiet Stars next

Which I know isn't a pullover but that doesn't matter.  Cardigans will always have my heart.  And I have some blue tweed I bought that specifically to become a cardigan.  And I think it would be perfect to make THIS cardigan.

But first I must finish the tiny pink sweater.

Sunday, March 18, 2018

Just Keep Knitting, Just Keep Knitting

Sometimes a project comes together like magic.

And sometimes you deliberately knit a sweater two sizes too small because your gauge is too large, all in the hopes that it will turn out the right size.

And you finish the body of a sweater...

Only to discover that making it too small was a mistake.  It fits.  But only for the next three minutes or so.  As soon as she grows she will outgrow this sweater.

Time to frog and try again.

In the mean time let's all admire The Queen in a sweater I knit her last summer and then forgot I knit it so it sat on a shelf in my closet all winter.

You can see how happy she is to be modeling for me.

The ukulele helped improve her mood.

As did rolling around on the couch so I couldn't take a clear shot of the sweater.

Even bribing her with a snack could only do so much.  She stopped moving for a moment so the pictures are in focus, but the sweater is still obscured.

I did manage to snag this shot which shows one of my favorite details about this sweater, the ribbing was picked up on the wrong side of the fabric so there was a visible seam around the neck/armhole/bottom of sweater.  Stitches were bound off and slipped strategically to create a very pretty edging, like a perfect crochet chain.

Pattern:  Berenice

Yarn:  No brand acrylic I recycled from a store bought sweater I frogged.  And my goodness is this sweater soft and squishy and perfect.  I wish I had a million more yards of this.

Needles:  Eh, the pattern calls for a 4, 3, and 2.5.  That sounds about right.

Modifications:  Because of this construction this sweater is super duper hard to modify.  I probably tried to add length to the torso, as is standard for the Queen's sweaters, but the arm increases for the batwing shaping made that hard to time. 

Review:  I really loved this pattern.  It was complex, and parts were hard to understand.  It wasn't a pattern for beginners.  But if you paid attention and followed the instructions the results were really gorgeous.

Look at all those different textures.  The reverse stockinette, the cables, the lace.  There's even a tiny itty bitty bit of ribbing in the corner.  I love everything about this sweater.  It is a tad big for the Queen but I'm not mad about that.  That just means she can wear it that much longer.

And because my life isn't chaotic enough, this happened.

Say "Hello" to Loki.

Wednesday, March 14, 2018

So This Didn't Happen

So not everything can be a success story.

Remember my black wolly mammoth cocoon sweater?


I knit that stupid sweater all the way to 40 inches.

Sidenote:  Aren't my cats so helpful?

Only four inches to go and that sweater would be done.

But I was browsing Instagram and I saw this sweater pattern.

And it would be the perfect sweater to knit for Pork Chop to take to college next year.  We don't know exactly where she will be going to college yet, we are still waiting on a few more offers.  But since all the places she applied to were in colder climates she will need an expanded winter wardrobe.  And it just so happens that this beautiful pattern requires mohair of the same weight as my fuzzy cocoon.  After some waffling back and forth I decided to knit something I knew would be beautiful instead of my experiment into the absurd.

So the big fuzzy black cocoon went into the frog pile.

And frogging seemed like a good thing to do while I contemplate the striping pattern of my next Farmhouse shawl.

Only this sweater did not want to be frogged.  It resisted deconstruction with its entire being.  Every row or two the yarn would stick and break.  No matter how careful or gentle I was, I never made it more than two rows before it snapped.

It was not fun.  Add in thirteen or so more balls like this and I gave up.  In a fit of frustration I threw the entire thing into the trash.

Of course then, as I was climbing the stairs, I remembered that sometimes freezing mohair can make it easier to frog.   It seemed worth it to give this trick a try.  But when I went to rescue the black monstrosity from the depths of the kitchen trash can I discovered that the cat had puked on the kitchen floor.  And the children had actually cleaned it up all on their own with not intervention required on my part. (They may become responsible fully functioning adults after all).  But this rare burst of industry on their part meant my sweater was now resting in the garbage can covered in cat vomit.

It seemed like a good time to just walk away from it all.  The fuzzy cocoon.  The cabled sweater for college.  The vomit covered mess.  Sometimes dreams were meant to inspire but never be actualized.  This seems to be one that was designed to keep my busy but not productive.

So I turned my attention to this pile of left over yarn.

It just might be enough to knit a cute pink shrug for The Queen.

Even in defeat I dare to dream.

Tuesday, March 13, 2018

Knitting Magic

Sometimes a project just comes together.

It starts with a tiny triangle

That grows

And grows

And grows

And before you know it you're blocking a shawl

Add some fringe

And you've got the happiest Pork Chop ever.

I think she and her neon fringe will be very happy together.

I am so in love with this combination of pattern and yarn.  The entire project took five days start to finish.  Just over three to knit.  One to block (side note:  can you believe how responsibly I blocked this?  A few hours in a bowl of water and it was on the floor for the cat.  What has gotten in to me?).  And a few hours on day five to fringe.  At first I was concerned that there was too much yellow-green at the top, but we combined the blue from two skeins to create the corresponding huge stripe of blue.  I think it balanced out beautifully.  And the neon fringe is probably my favorite part. 

Because FRINGE.

It was knitting magic.

I just so happen to have two rolls left in my stash in the "Pegasus" color way

I am tempted to knit this a third time.

So very tempted.

I just need to decide how to organize the stripes/fringe.  I may need a third skein so I can make the fringe all that deep teal color *gazes at yarn with starry eyes dreaming of deep teal fringe*