Thursday, February 25, 2010

Knitting News

So when last we spoke of knitting I had some concerns about my grey sweater.

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Let's face it. It was looking a little, well, torqued? Is that a word? It was skewing to the side. Not really taking the back of a sweater shaped I'd hope the back of the sweater would take.

But I pressed on. I hoped that with a little seaming, a little steam, we could make this look like something. The seed stitch fabric was just soooo smooshy and wonderful. I still had high hopes. I knit the right front and was knitting my way up the left front...

Then I got cold.

I was quietly sitting. Quietly knitting on the couch. And I was cold.

I got up to reach for my current favorite I'm-cold-so-I'm-gonna-throw-this-on-on-top-of-whatever-I'm-wearing-because-it-goes-with-everything sweater(tm).

As I slipped my arms into the sleeves and pulled the sweater close around me I had an epiphany.

Now the sad but true reality is I never have good epiphanies. Never strokes of pure genius. Never an idea so revolutionary it improves my life and the lives of others and earns me a million dollars in the process. No. I'm just not that smart. My epiphanies tend to restrain themselves, preferring to live in the land where they manifest as mere realizations of horrible horrible truths about my life.

This one was no different.

The sweater I was knitting was a carbon copy in shape and color to the sweater I was wearing.

Oh how I love this sweater!




Sure, sure, there are a few differences, mostly the seed stitch, but the silhouette, and color, and collar, and sleeve length. Identical.

And my back-up I'm-cold-so-I'm-gonna-throw-this-on-on-top-of-whatever-I'm-wearing-because-it-goes-with-everything sweater(tm)?

This is kind of sad.



Also a grey sweatshirt. Only this one has a hood.

I had to ask myself a few hard questions.

"Self" I queried "do you really want a third grey cardigan?"

Three???



"Do you really want to only be seen picking up the kids from school in different shades of grey day after day after day?"

"Is this really the only idea of fashion you know?"

"Self, do you really want to be that girl?"

My soul only died a little




I decided I did not.

(Can you spot the ball I wound all by myself vs the balls Bird "helped" me wind?)

I've been looking at pullover patterns instead.

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Hi

So, ummmm, yeah.

It's been a while.

But you're like my closest bestest friends. No matter how long it has been since the last time we talked, it feels like no time has passed.

Can you believe how much time has passed? I've been getting phone calls from everyone wanting to make sure I'm alright. Thanks for all the love. I'm sorry for the silence. Let me assure you, everyone is fine. Not all of this silence was my fault.

First my computer got all virused up.

Bad.

Wouldn't-boot-up-at-all kind of bad.

Got past my anti-virus software kind of bad.

Why do smart people waste their time creating such destructive things? They don't know me. Why would they want to damage my computer? I don't understand that mentality or their motives. They're obviously brilliant with computers in a way I'll never be, so why don't they apply themselves and create something instead of destroying things?

And I had over a years worth of pictures saved on the computer just waiting to be transferred to disks.

I know.

I'm bad like that.

But we know a girl who is married to a guy who is is all kinds of genius.

He saved everything.

I offered to pay him with my first born child. Now that she's getting older she's pretty darn handy to have around. She can dust and run a vacuum, and load the dishwasher mostly the right way. Plus she is super fun just to sit and talk to. It would have been a major sacrifice on my part, but it would have been worth it. That's just how much I loves my computer.

Instead he took payment in brownies.

All that put me without a computer for a few weeks.

Then we decided it was time to fiddle with my migraine meds. I needed a new preventative and a better med to take when I got a migraine.

Well, the good news it my preventative is so good I haven't had to try my new pain meds.

The bad news it is made me near comatose for a few weeks. I'm still tired. If you recall the last med they put me on made me feel like I was on speed. This was the polar opposite. I could not keep my eyes open. My eyelids gained twenty pounds each. Crawling back into bed still seems like the most appealing option life has to offer. But I'm migraine free and mostly headache free. So there is that.

And just as I was crawling out of my medicine induced coma and back into real life, the kids brought home a bug. Pink eye, runny noses, coughs, sore throats. Yeah. Fun. I'm the only one still sick and I feel in constant danger of choking on my own mucus. I know. The average person can only dream of living a life as glamorous as mine.

In the midst of all this I've been cooking and cleaning and knitting and quilting and hula-ing and decorating and becoming an aunt again. I've been busy. Although in the interest of full disclosure I really didn't have anything to do with becoming an Aunt again. That was all my Brother and his Wife. They did a beautiful job too.

But I know none of you who are still hanging around this blog are here for me.

So enough about me. Here's the good stuff.

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Oh, wait, you're not here for the bunnies? But they're cute and fluffy and they love to sit in front of their mirror and bathe, those vain little bunnies. You sure you're not here for the bunnies?

Alright, here's the really good stuff.

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Don't you just wanna chew on those toes?