Drinking Kool-Aid

A lot of blogs talk about kool-aid dyed yarn, but do any of you admit to drinking it? No I thought not ūüėČ

I’ve been knitting. A lot. If I added up all of the stitches knitted/crocheted in the last couple of weeks I could have made an afghan. But all I ended up with was lots of tangled yarn, some of which landed in the trash.

I needed stockinette in the round and I needed it fast.

So I’m knitting the silky wool I’m supposed to hate on size 5’s with plans to steek it into a cardi. I may punk out and have a snazzy red pullover.

Knitting on size 5’s is not so bad.

I could get used to it.

I am job hunting and interviewing.

It’s scary.

Any New Yorkers who may be reading please forward all of the part-time job info that has been secreted away to me.


Now I will exercise restraint by not drinking any more kool-aid at this late hour.



More things I want to remember

  1. Today when I came in from on of my “must get out¬†now!” excursions I found the hubby and kiddies singing and dancing with the stereo turned up loud.¬†I normally frown on loud music but the excitement was contagious. I jumped in. Singing and dancing along while I made dinner.
  2. Son #1 has developed three habits. He has been calling my husband by his first name. He sounds so very cute while saying it too. He has been saying the word pulchritude. He also tries to spell it. This is no doubt the result of several viewings of Akeelah and the Bee.  Their are worse words he could say. Like shit. He has no doubt picked this up from me. I say shit many, many times a day. When something is spilled, when I drop something, when I bump into something. You get the picture. I thought I was mumbling it under my breath, but these children have the most amazing hearing.                                              I should have known better.
  3. Son #2 would make a fantastic gymnast. He is freakishly strong. I mean really, really strong and flexible. He has either turned over or climbed out of every thing we have bought to contain him. I fear he is very close to getting out of his crib. We can only put him on the floor and get out of the way. He has great muscle memory, once he figures out how to do something he can repeat it instantly, getting faster and faster each time.
  4. Missy asked me if it was okay to daydream at home once she finished her homework. She said that she knows she shouldn’t have been daydreaming at school while copying her homework, but she was just trying to think of what pictures she was going to draw when she got home. I admitted that despite being an adult, I still daydream a lot. She smiled at me in response.
  5. Daughter #2 has cornered the market on spunk in this family. In her short life she has all ready learned what some adults never have, survivor instincts. She is the smallest and the slowest right now but she does not let it stop her from leaping into the fray and taking what she wants. She lets me know in no uncertain terms when she wants my attention and she makes sure she keeps it by being heart stoppingly cute.
  6. I bought a box of Ritz crackers Monday at about 8:15 am. The entire box was gone by Tuesday night. I bought another Wednesday evening and it is more than half empty all ready.

On Writing Vagina

I guess the title makes you think that this post probably has nothing to do with knitting.  Well you would be wrong. There is knitting right here

 Hexacomb Cardi, CU

There. Now that that’s out of the way ūüėČ

I have been reading. A lot actually. I finished a few books in the last two weeks. The last one, The Vagina Monologues, I started and finished yesterday. I had seen the HBO special, I even auditioned for the play. (The audition, let me tell you, was god awful. But I challenged myself to do it and I was proud that I did, even if I did suck ass ūüėČ )

Anyway, the book. I read the entire thing from the foreword until the end and I’m glad I did. I realized that even though I am very aware of all of the issues the book touches on I had gotten very far away from it all and that is dangerous. I have daughters, and more importantly I have sons. They need to know as much if not more than my girls.¬† They all need to know to call a spade, a spade and a vagina, a vagina.¬†

The other book I dived into this weekend is Stephen King’s On Writing. This book is fantastic! Mr. K may write one hell of¬†a thriller, horror, scare you shitless story, but he is also very, very funny. He could easily write a comedy. I love the stories of his youth and I adore the tales of how he met and fell in love with his wife. I am also learning a lot about writing that I’ve never learned in quite this way. I am going to have to buy this book to add to my collection, it’s a reference guide as much as a mini pep talk. I’m nearly done with it and once I am I plan to read it again and take notes.

I’m trying to put some of his practical advice to use all ready. I have been avoiding working¬†on a difficult, too close to home story. I have been¬†trying to force myself to write on something else and it just ain’t coming. My writing has to come to me. I need to get in the zone. I’ve been in the wrong frame of mind for the story I was trying to squeeze from my brain. So I will go now and write the story that is bursting to get out, the one that is making me lose sleep at night, the one that I am almost scared to tell, because that is the one with the truth in it.



I’m not as smart as I think I am.

I was in finishing mode after completing the Tilted Duster so I dug out my Drops Jacket to finish the front that was on the needles. I looked around for my printed¬†instructions, I had made a lot of notes¬†and would need them to¬†make the front pieces match.¬†I realized¬†that I had¬†cleaned “my” corner many times since then. So I gave up looking and¬†tried to match the other one by sight.¬†It turned out¬†successfully which surprised me.

Still high from seaming the sleeves on Lush and Lacy and the Tilted Duster I decided that I would try to insert the completed sleeve on my Drops Jacket. More success!

Proof that I'm not as smart as I think I am

While working away on Wicked’s sleeves I had a couple of¬†thoughts.¬†I remembered that I had¬†lost my notes.¬†I realized matching the sleeve cap shaping would be damn near impossible with the sleeve in.¬†This is¬†the part when I start feeling decidedly un-smart.

To take a detour out of dumb-ville I got started on my mothers day gift projects. I wanted to make a few of those bobbled clutches from One Skein. Well apparently the detour I took actually led right back to dumb-ville. I can knit sweaters and shawls and sew and even crochet a tunic. But I cannot follow the directions for this damn bobble purse.  

Failed Bobble Clutch

Don’t be fooled by this photo. This thing is lopsided, uneven and crocheted to the pattern in my head rather than the one in the book. I’m going to go read my book while I stew about taking that sleeve out and frogging this disaster ¬†ūüėČ