It has occurred to me that calling it "The Great Tree Erection of 2012" just doesn't sound, um, appropriate? And there will probably be a lot of disappointed google hits just from my typing that sentence. Hi disappointed people *waves*
So, yeah, that's not what we are calling it. I'm going to go with "The Lighting of the Tree 2012". The Lighting of the Tree 2012 took three days. But it was worth all the hard work The Greatest put into it, and all the time I put in sitting on the couch telling him what a good job he was doing. Hey, being someone's personal cheerleader is harder than it sounds. The constant stroking of an ego can wear on one's nerves. I've decided I want a personal cheerleader. Someone to sit beside me and chant "Knit Mamma Knit!" Someone to exclaim "Wow, those purl stitches are so nice and even." Someone to tell me to keep going when my wrists hurt "You can do it, only four more rounds to go, don't give up now!" Triumphant fist bumps and "You knit the h*@% out of that sweater" when I finish a project. That would be pretty awesome.
I'm just saying.
And to bring this back on topic: Would you like to see my tree?
I thought you might.
I told you it was a mother of a tree!
I flov-ah it!
The kids are all confused because we have Halloween decorations, Fall decorations (which mean Thanksgiving, or so I'm told) and a Christmas Tree all in the same room.
I've told them to be quiet and just roll with it.
Look at me giving my kids valuable advice that will carry them through their entire lives.
Just Roll With It...
Is there some slacker Mom award I can win? I'd like a slacker Mom award. Especially if it comes with its own personal cheerleader.
In knitting new I am sad to say that I was bested by simple arithmetic.
I have six skeins of Berroco Vintage that I am attempting to knit a sweater with. The sweater was knit from the bottom up in one piece, then divided into front/back sections at the sleeves. As I attached the fourth ball and knit I realized I had yet to reach the sleeve divide. That left me with three balls to knit the entire bodice, two long sleeves, two pockets, a belt, and the upper shawl collar. I'm expecting to use two balls on the sleeves alone, possibly two and a fourth. This math just doesn't add up.
It doesn't matter how fast I knit, I was not going to be able to out knit this yarn.
But look how cute my bobbles were.
And I usually don't appreciate bobble.
Armed with my math research we took a dip in the frog pond and then I decided to do what I should have done in the beginning. I cast on with larger needles, for a less tightly knit fabric. I've cast on a number between the xs and s size, which, with my gauge, should give me a m size.
I used to knit so fearlessly. Laughing in the face of the pattern gauge. Working my own math to make my yarn work for a sweater. With a measuring tape and a calculator there was nothing I couldn't knit. When did I start following patterns so blindly?
Here's to boldly knitting as no knitter has knit before!