About Me

My photo
Four 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, May 16, 2012

Thou shalt not beat thyself up.

To my beloved children (as opposed to my Beloved children, LOL): Thou shalt not beat thyself up. You know the drill in our tribe!!! Mother’s Day makes your mother a wee bit nuts. [That may be an understatement.] The Beloved children did not know that. They did as they were reared, and yes it was lovely, and no, you are not bums for (mostly) doing as you have been reared. And in this situation, my opinion is the only one that matters. So there too now.

The knitting continues. Never enough of it in a given day, given this luscious yarn I am working with. I used some of our wedding money and ordered another fifteen balls of it (because I had no idea how many I would need, so I ordered ten the first go-round); having fixed upon cables as the pattern of choice, and having gotten to the end of the first ball, my better estimate is that each pillow front will take about five and a half balls, and then there are the pillow backs to consider. I am hoping that KnitPicks will be able to send me fifteen balls in the same dye lot. If not, the mismatch will get taken care of on the pillow backs, where it will be less noticeable.

The thank-you notes are done. Well, all but one where I need an address, and I may just write the note and hand it off to the new son whose friends gave us the gift and let him hand it over in person. And a couple for the shower the ward threw me, but I’m not sure I can get to the bag that holds those cards. But basically, I’m done, and have deleted that spreadsheet with a no longer guilty conscience. [The list for the ward bridal shower is on my computer. The one which is still in pieces in the middle bedroom and will be until we know where my mother-in-love will be moving, and when.] Although my mom is no doubt spinning in her grave considering how long this has taken me.

We are almost ready to start repainting the guest bathroom. Color me excited! And if you will all kindly excuse me, I need to roust Beloved and get him on the road and myself ready for work. Ruminations on my new church calling will have to wait for another day. Thankfully, tonight is the first in several in which there are no obligations outside our home. Writing may happen. Knitting will definitely happen.

Again: thou shalt not beat thyself up!

1 comment:

Jenni said...

I did think about calling but then I thought it would probably just irritate you more.