Vacation time means I have time to catch up on my blogging.
Here's the baby sweater I knit for Cheryl. She loved it and I loved making it. The collar and cuffs are my handspun and they work really well with the Briar Rose Grandma's Blessing. I had just enough to do the set (of both yarns).
I can't wait to meet her baby to see how the little one will look in this suit. The duck is cute, but not cuter than any baby.
Today is my birthday. I'm 39. As far as birthdays go, this was an alright one (hell, I'm not 40) but it was a pretty quiet day.
Craig had to go away on business so the kids and I had a lazy day. They took me out for sushi (of course, I paid), I got to spin and knit and I'm spending the evening watching Battlestar Galactica.
I also got to see Emma play an exciting game of soccer. She scored a goal, then stopped all but one as goaltender. They tied playing one girl short and with no subs so it was a fantastic effort.
And I got emails, tweets, and wallposts wishing me a happy birthday. I love my virtual community--thanks for the well wishing I love all the attention.
There was also Mississippi Mudcake.
We ate it watching George Burns on the Muppet Show. Good times.
Fuckity fuck fuck fuck.
That beautiful, summer tweederific Mondo Cable I was knitting was only 40 rows from being completed when I got that funny tingling in my brain that tells me to look at the pattern because something ain't right.
And it wasn't. In my ultra-relaxed camping state I missed casting on 10 sts at the underarm AND the body increases. (I'm actually a bit amazed at how I screwed it up so royally because everything was written clearly and carefully and not in invisible ink).
I had to rip back to the under arms. Crap.
I'm almost over being mad about it. Almost.
I'm having tech difficulties so here's my knitting from the post below.
Enjoy. :)
Me: Did I just hear on the radio that Michael Jackson died?
Craig (checking Iphone): Yes, today.
Me: I wonder what he died of...
Emma: Michael Jackson died?
Me: Yep, not sure what from though.
Emma: It could've been radiation.
Note: I published this last Tuesday and pulled it down when I was told the woman who is getting this sweater actually reads this blog. Sometimes I forget about things like that! So I've timed this post to go up while I'm at the shower.
I actually finished this sweater on Sunday--so 5 more days after I thought I would. So the conclusion is: it takes me 2 weeks to knit a baby sweater.
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I have now embarked on the other fun part of spinning; knitting with my handspun. A knitting buddy's baby shower is coming soon and I got out some of my yarn and started plotting.
It started with a simple hat (which I just realized I forgot to photograph) and then a small ball of leftover yarn. So I decided I would use it as the accent colour on a baby sweater.
That was Sunday afternoon and the shower was on Wednesday.
No problem--I'll just make the smallest size.
But I should choose the main yarn and a pattern first I suppose.
Sunday night, that was done. The yarn is leftover from my Roam cardi--Briar Rose Fourth of July. The pattern Tasia's cardigan--a top down, knit in one piece cardi. My plan was to make it a pullover--no buttons that way.
By Monday bedtime I divided for the sleeves. And I start thinking this isn't going to work out.
Tuesday afternoon I have a plan (that involves some sleep deprivation) but I'm sure I can get it done. That I'm plotting at work and haven't really considered how to stop time so I could knit and not get fired was carefully placed to the side of my brain so I wouldn't notice.
Then a tweet came by saying the shower will be postponed for a week.
With the pressure off I could knit and watch the kids' soccer practice, and admire my work.
I'm at the hem of the body now--also orange handspun. I'll have this done tonight!
Or maybe tomorrow.
Xander's team won the novice division Withrow Park ball hockey championships. Woohoo!
I posted this using my new iPhone 3gS. This is the coolest gadget/phone ever.
That is all.
I have been so busy that I forgot to blog about my finished shawl.
It was off the needles about two weeks ago and I've worn it a bunch of times. This is a bad thing because it's a non-lace garter stitch shawl and it's June.
That doesn't mean it's not a great shawl--because it is.
I went with the extra ruffly-ness and it's just ruffly enough. This is coming from a woman who looks like a dork in anything ruffly.
The yarn is Briar Rose's Grandma's blessing and it knit up beautifully. I do wish I had gone up a needles size to 5mm so the shawl was a bit bigger, but since I tend to just wrap them around my neck like a big scarf, I don't mind that much.
A great, easy, pretty project on fabulous yarn.
(And holy crap my yard's a mess)
