Yesterday, just after noon, I finished my little baby sweater for my little, as yet unborn, baby nephew. I’d been telling my SIL, who was a few days past her due date, that, “Baby’s not coming, I haven’t finished the sweater yet.” When I finished it, I posted on my SIL’s facebook, “Sweater’s done, labor starts in 12 hours or less.” Now, I dunno when her labor actually started, but my little nephew was born just shy of 5am today. I may be a little drunk with my own power.
Sometimes it’s so hard to be a grown-up and not poke the crazy. I am so glad I showed that particular drama llama the door (gate?) – life is so much better.
Instead, I have sweater adorableness.
This little cutie is now at the stranded knitting point, so it is no longer portable. (Actually, since that picture was taken, the sheepies were knit, the sweater was blocked, and the sheepies puckered badly and were hence ripped out again and restarted. At this time, I have one row of sheep feet, and that is all.)
Thus, I have dug out an old project.
Cryptic notes socks. I finished the first sock ages ago, but unless I’d originally planned to knit these for my ginormo-footed husband (note: NOT) I’ll need to shorten them by an inch at least. P’raps I will pick out the cast on edge and add length to the leg, cuz I have TONS of yarn available.
Added later: as it turns out, I wasn’t thinking too much when I started the second sock, so I cast on, figured out my gauge, and started knitting a 64-st ribbed sock. The first sock was a 72-st cabled sock. This does not bode so well for the matching, but I do dislike a sock that’s too loose and so the 64 st sock will stay and the 72 st sock will be reknit.
that 2014 is the year of mindful living. Hasn’t it been that for a long time? Slow food, slow life, slow hobbies, taking time, paying attention? Hands free, back to nature, all those tasks of drudgery that our mothers and fathers escaped with inventions and packaged foods? Knitting as pastime instead of industry, cooking as meditation instead of, you know, making food, vegetable gardening as a subtle FU to big ag…
Forgive me if I am feeling a little cynical – I do like doing all these things, but I find myself rolling my eyes at “the new yoga”, or “the year of” whatever. People change, things change, the only thing you can count on is death and taxes. Do we really need so many websites, so many “news” organizations, so many channels, that we have to fill hours and airwaves and electrons with endless analysis on what we should all be doing now? Why can’t we do what we like, what makes us happy and what feels the most worthwhile to us, and if it isn’t whatever the trend is (and so long as we aren’t hurting others) who cares? I’ll be carrying on with my knitting, and my tiny garden, and forcing myself to cook (though after the meal T made last night I’m thinking he needs to do more of that – yum) and maybe doing some other things I enjoy. Trying to burn through those quilts before Christmas reminded me that I liked sewing and quilting, but not so much on a deadline. Weaving that scarf was great fun – I loved watching the colors line up – but doing so with hustle made it less fun. Feeling guilty about not working on Christmas socks took the joy out of the socks themselves (and that one nearly-done sock has since been ripped to be restarted later). This year I’m going to continue doing what brings joy, I’m going to stop worrying about how it should be done already, or how I wasted this time or that money or this fabric or that yarn or this opportunity. I’ll make progress in the way that feels natural and try to not compare with others or worry about the voices in my head telling me it isn’t good enough.
That being said, I do have a few goals for 2014.
- This year, I would like to make myself a sweater, and I would like it to fit well and look nice on me. This may require combining one sweater pattern (Darrowby) with that custom-fit thing that all the cool kids are doing, but I’ll be researching that at a later time.
- This year I would like to expand my little garden. One more 4×4 gardening kit would give me another 8×4 feet of garden. I’ll also make myself a little fence of chicken wire so as to keep the pup from “helping”.
- This year I would like to continue to declutter my house and organize my living spaces. I will not berate myself for not having done it sooner, and I will not put it off “in case we move”. T and I (and the boys) will be taking some time to do this, a little each week or month.
- This year I would like to sew a garment, either for myself or one of the family. I have ideas on some Craftsy classes.
- This year I need to start moving some more and loosen up my joints. Smallish Bear did a number on my body, and then I hit 40 and all the warranties expired. I want to feel good in my skin again.
I will write a sorta New Year’s post soonish, but after comparing notes with a lovely friend, I should point out that I do not now have, nor have I ever had*, an account on MSN.com. If you have seen emails purportedly from me using an MSN account, they are fake. (if you haven’t, kindly ignore this post and carry on. Xo)
* that I can remember, and certainly not with the current incarnation of my internet name, which I have been using now for more than ten years.
And with that, on to the new year, my lovelies!
Cuz wow. (I was about to call someone today to rant about how I WASNOTNUH-UHNUH-UH late on my training cuz it’d due DECEMBER 15 DUH, and then….Oh, right. Good thing I didn’t send that email.)
Well, feh, I went back to look at my last post and MY OWN BLOG is blocked from work for being “web and email spam”. I suspect somebody I used to know actually managed to do that to my little site here, but whatever. I can has mobile internet, yes I can has!
ANYWAYS. Yes, it has been that long. It has been more than a month, by gum. Since last I wrote, my middle son has become a five year old.
I feel like that’s the official line into kid-hood. Five. I’m not sure I can deal with that particular reality.
I have also finished a scarf. See?
There were also red socks that I never managed to photograph (beyond being fetchingly draped over my garden gmoose) and half a black man-sock that might be the death of me.
There’s a baby who’s thinking he should just screw that whole crawling thing and just walk already
and also, swords are fun, even if they’re hobbit-sized
Given that I still have a man-sock and a half, and two quilts to finish before Sunday at noon, I do believe this will be the last time I post until the flip side.
(Also, who is that giant kid on the right there, and where’s my Bubba?)
Is what I thought the first time I heard about the idea of standing up at your desk. Cuz, DUH, that sounds tiring and I’m already tired, yo. Plus my feet hurt, and my back aches, and and and.
But after a number of articles on the subject of how sitting greatly increases your chance of dying prematurely (even if you work out daily and accounting for lifestyle issues like smoking and eating habits), I started to wonder. A coworker hurt her back and needed to crank up her desk (we have height-adjustable surfaces in our cubes) and she seemed to like it. I got a wild hair one day and cranked up my desk.
Yes, that is as high as it goes, and yes, it is always that messy. People do insist on leaving papers on my desk. ANYhoo.
The keyboard and mouse are on boxes to raise them a bit more (and I could stand another coupla inches when I’m wearing shoes with heels) and the monitor is tilted up. I read that it’s good to be looking down a little, but I’d still prefer to have this raised a bit more.
All in all, though, I’m happy with the whole thing. My feet do hurt a little more by the end of the day and I have discovered serious inadequacies in my shoe wardrobe from the point of view of sufficient support, but all in all I like it and have no plans to revert to the old way. I do still sit down to review paperwork and can in a pinch compute from a seated position, but I think I’m standing up for the foreseeable future. If you can manage it without too much expense, I’d recommend you try it.
Much progressing has progressed.
First! Happy Buddha-baby is happy. And round.
Next! Silly Juniper-pup is silly. And round. (This picture belies that, but trust me.)
Third! Mustard is very happy in my garden. I think I am going to pull some out/off and toss them in tomorrow’s salad.
Fourth! Look! Christmas-present socks! (ZOMG these took forever.) Unblocked so still a bit ugly, being guarded by the Garden Gmoose. (Some people have garden gnomes, I have garden gmoose.)
(Cascade sock yarn, basic bright red, 76st in 2×2 rib to fit a size 10.5 woman’s foot with extra length on the leg, and an afterthought star heel according to these instructions.)(Beware that link – Quicktime tried to play something but Chrome denied it and OH HOW I HATE WEBSITES WITH ANYTHING AUTOPLAY.)
Fifth! Look! Weaving another Christmas present! Loving the heck out of the weaving but MAN does it do a number on my back, particularly during the warping part. I direct warp, and I think next time I think about it I’ll take the loom off the stand and put it up higher. And possibly try to warp it right the first time so I don’t have two false starts.
Sixth! Bubba and Smacky got their bikes out – finally cool enough to ride them – and those stupid bikes must have shrunk. Also, Smacky and Smallish Bear need (new) helmets so we can go a-riding. No pictures of this because…. well, because I forgot to take any.
Next time! Discussion of a standing desk and how it’s working for me.
I didn’t have enough to do. Really, I had aaaaaalllll this free time, and then T said I could, so I got a puppy.
(Stats: lab/shepherd mix, female, about 10 weeks, probably named Juniper.)
Also, baby Bib Fortuna:
Last post I mentioned that someone was in need of a new cap, and lo, I made one.
Made of Silkie STR in In the Navy that Big Alice gave me ages ago. Based on this hat but my own pattern (details aqui), mostly on the fly. Did a little figuring ahead of time, and then when it was time to start the decreases I did something wrong, and was intoxicated at the time, and fortunately for me I couldn’t find a crochet hook or I’d have started laddering down the purls (which were, upon later reflection and more wine, actually correct). I tinked that first row of decreases, spaced them properly, and then it went fine from there.
This style of hat is not flattering to me.
Kindly ignore the pile of baby schtuff at my feet and look instead at the cool, vaguely architectural details at the top.
Also, the garden, she grows! All of the things are sprouting and they’re adorable. The boys go out every morning to check them out.
I will spare you all the photos I took of, at this point, nearly indistinguishable sprouts, but I will show you this:
Not sure if that’s the dill, the rosemary or the oregano, but each one of those little leaf-pairs is a millimeter across, tops. Cute!
I planted a garden!
With some help from the Bug’s school learning garden, a couple of websites and articles and a little bit of googling, I managed to use one raised bed and several containers to plant a number of different seeds. (AND use up all those plastic grocery bags I’ve collected over the years, as filler for the bottoms of my ginormo-pots.) I have radishes, snap peas, shelling peas, beets, purple carrots, mustard, lettuce mix, green beans, and cucumbers. (I swear I’m missing something there.) Oh yeah! Some herbs – rosemary, dill and oregano. Dunno why I didn’t get any basil, but if I can find my other pots I can always get a seedling or three of that later. (Bug and Smacky both loooooove pesto and I love this lemony pesto-y stuff that a local restaurant makes, and I’m determined that we shall figure out how to make it ourselves.) The boys helped me plant a little, and I think they will help me water a little (though boys + hose = mess, so only a little) but I think they will really get excited when it comes time to harvest. I hope the weather cooperates and I can keep on top of things (and that the little system I rigged up to help the water drain from the plastic-bag-filled planters actually works) long enough to make this a successful venture.
In knitting knews, I am almost halfway through the second of four Christmas socks, but I had to stop that and cast on for a cap for a family member. I’m using some lovely STR Silkie that Big Alice sent me once upon a time, in a fabulous manly navy with enough light blue to look tweedy. I’m doing a version of this hat, only with my own gauge, stitch numbers and decrease placement for (I hope) a bit of a different effect at the crown. It’s not too fast but I’m still hoping to finish it this week and get it in the mail. This weekend we are heading to the hills for a couple days, and if I can stand to allow T to drive up the terrifying windy roads, I’ll have several hours of car knitting with which to entertain myself.