Made a boo boo (one kid should have gone back to school, today).
Got over feeling stoopid.
Started a sweater.
Got wet in the (DAMN) snow.
Smiled as I watched the kids write their names in it.
Best part-shaking my hair around while dancing with the girls.
It was the best because I didn’t really feel like it, but did it anyway and had fun.
Now, a decision: knit and watch (but mostly listen, to) something I know and love? Or watch Volver and pay attention to the subtitles?
There’s something so miraculous about watching a plant change and grow and bloom, up close.
My short-y goals also continue to bloom, too. The girls’ room got the fall cleaning treatment. Hubby and I DID get to go on our date! And, I nested, away from the computer (!!) with some knitting.
This is Ysolda’s, Gretel. Worked up in Moda Dea Washable wool that I got in a swap. This hat is difficult enough for me as it is loaded with cables. I was plugging along when I, somehow, had the right number of stitches but the pattern just wasn’t ending the right way.
I counted and recounted and then counted again. Nothing. I even went and bought the pdf pattern on Ravelry, which I placed a hold on and borrowed this Stitch and Bitch book to avoid doing, to see if the book pattern was wrong. It ain’t. On my way back to my bedroom, my mistake was suddenly clear. I read P1, K4, P1, but I was knitting P1, K4 over and over. Completely missing that second purl.
DUH!! It’s worse because I’ve made this mistake before. Several times. Whatever. That’s what happens when you knit at 3am while laughing your ass off at RuPaul’s Drag Race, the Ru-vealed special episodes. HILARIOUS! So, Ysolda gets another $6 bucks in her pocket and I can print out the pattern all nice and neat.
I also bought, rather impulsively, this color work pattern a couple weeks ago. I can’t wait to try it out.
And I was working on a Miette I started a while back. But it has been ripped back, almost to the beginning. It was coming out way too big. I’m sort of out of love with it and want to move onto something else. I really, really like this pattern.
Are you knitting anything?
So, yesterday was OK. A few tears, but I kept it together at work. I feel a bit like a weight has been…well not lifted. Lightened. It’s been lightened. For me, anticipation is often worse than the actual thing. Once I’m over the hump, I’m good. I’ll always be sad and I’ll always miss her, but time marches on.
Speaking of time, I don’t always make the best use of it. I will spare us all and save my excuses. And just start simply by stating what I hope to accomplish in November.
I’m doing OK since I started this blog post this morning! LOL
So far, I did three loads of laundry and started my story. And hubby and I have set a date (pending babysitter) for tomorrow night. Also, the boys’ room has been revamped and scrubbed clean. Tomorrow, the girls. I’m not sure that that is what they had in mind for working together, lol. But I need more help keeping this place clean and they’re more than capable. Eight additional hands will make the load much lighter.
As for now, I think I’ll go offline, grab my knitting and a DVD and tuck in for the night. It’s funny how I can get to bed so much earlier on a Friday night. I’m sho nuff the life of the party ;D
I’m sure I’ve shared my love of periodicals. I’ve also shared how hard it is to look out over a sea of magazines and see (maybe) one brown face looking back at me.
So, even though I’m supposed to be on a magazine diet, I could NOT resist bringing these two home. So I can leave them out and know that my brown babies will see someone like them, too.
Happy. Smiling. Brown. Beautiful.