- Five years into widowhood, after one year of incredible happiness and nearly 14 years of single blessedness. Have given up perfect manicures and pretty hands in order to resume playing the soprano recorder and to see if I can figure out how to play bluegrass banjo. Singing in the shower. Still really, *really* love to knit!
Wednesday, October 08, 2008
Happy Birthday, Lark!
5 October 2008
I finished the stealth project with 43.7 g [.79 ball] of the 247H dark and 38.5 g [.7 ball] of the 264A teals. I am using them to make a bulky-ish smoke ring scarf for Lark for her birthday, which is Wednesday. I would like to take a finished gift with me to Knit Night on Tuesday [or finish it there] and drop it off when I take Middlest home.
I was fascinated by (?)Wendy’s(?) multicolored striped project of several months back [can’t find the link, sorry], so I cast on 120 stitches [using the knitted cast-on for flexibility] in the 247H dark and worked one-fourth of a round before working the next quarter with an end of the 264A teal ball. Then a third quarter with the other end of the 247H dark, and the fourth quarter with the other end of the 264A teal.
It became one obscenely tangled mess, so I had to separate the two balls into four smaller ones. Even though I was rather tired of K1P1 ribbing after knitting miles of it for the first stealth project, I chose it again for this one.
6 October 2008
Lots of happy knitting on the train, on my breaks, and at lunch.
7 October 2008
I woke about 2:30 and picked up my needles. It was bound off, with the ends woven in, by 5:30.
8 October 2008
I hope she likes it. I gave it to her last night after Knit Night, and she said that she did. I also made it very clear that if she didn’t like it, or liked the shape but not the color or the yarn, there was somebody at work who liked it, and it would be absolutely no problem to make her something else.
On to other topics. Perhaps the lesson ~ and the blessing ~ from having injured my knee last week, is how peaceful and thankful and happy I am now that I can move without pain. It is so easy to take this body for granted, to assume that it will move as my thoughts and impulses direct it, and to be surprised when I get sick or injured.
Hello? You mean I really am mortal?
While I am still a bit cranky about the early release of the children’s father from that first hospital a few weeks back, he still got better treatment than this poor man did at a hospital in Dallas.
Question: if I am emulating a pack animal by using a luggage carrier to move a couple of boxes to a friend’s office, does that make me the dolly llama?
The spam filters at work are pretty efficient. But every so often something gets through. Yesterday there was one with the subject line “for men with l*b*do problems”. [Inserting asterisks so as not to get 40,000 hits from evil-minded trolls.] First of all? I’m not a man. Second, I have no problems in that department, other than the fact that my l*b*do is up on blocks with the starter disabled and the Lo-Jack set on *stun* until the factory sends out an authorized representative. So, really, no problem. But thanks for making me laugh so hard that I woke up sufficiently to finish the project I was working on.
What’s on the needles today? A lace scarf for Secondborn for her birthday. I’m using more of that KnitPicks Gloss Lace in the darker teal, but no pictures until I give it to her in a few weeks. She has been wanting a scarf for awhile, and she loved the yarn and the color, so the only part that will be a surprise is which pattern I have chosen.
Firstborn’s hubby, 1BDH, informed me last night that if I get his name in the Christmas gift exchange drawing, he wants me to knit him an AutoZone gift card so he can buy more parts for his race car.
He is such a boy!