Monthly Archives: January 2008

Picking Up Stitches

I’m almost finished with the Ruby Slippers for Stella, and I’ve figured out why the toes look so weird.

I’m picking up stitches incorrectly.

I’ve been using two needles instead of one, and it pulls the wool something fierce. Since Stella’s feet are already almost too big for the infant size, I’m going to make another pair next size up.

The Irish Hiking Scarf really looks good, George has even commented on how nice it’s turning out. Something like, “It looks like the sleeve on an Irish sweater.” Oh, you mean like this? (The Aran Fishing Sweater is in my queue, should I ever work up enough nerve to do a sweater for myself.) I’ve finally memorized the scarf pattern, so it’s that much easier to work on while I’m cooking dinner or listening to a book on CD with the boys.

Oh, and for those who’ve been asking, the bread turned out good. I made a second loaf, which was much better — I added the roasted garlic before the bread proofed, so it was mixed throughout the loaf. The soup wasn’t my best batch. I used Yellow Tail Cabernet-Shiraz blend, which just wasn’t dry enough. Next time I must remember to go for a straight Cab, it seems to make the difference.

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Four Years

Once upon a time there lived a man and a woman. They loved each other very much, and they got married. Then they had a baby. And somehow that baby grew and got teeth and learned sign language and started walking and fell off the bed and learned to talk and is now counting down the days until he can go on the school bus.

Four years ago Friday, I gave birth to my first child. He weighed a little more than a bag of sugar. Light as a feather, yet the heaviest responsibility I have ever known. I look at his newborn picture, eyes tightly closed, left hand curled beneath his chin, I see the monkey-like face of an infant just as much as I see the the hazel-eyed preschooler that sits at the table inventing ways to ask for more food (oatmeal, not pot roast. Not liking the pot roast). I think of how he used to wake up every two hours at night, all night, until he was almost two. I remember him pulling himself up to nurse standing up in his crib, while I stood there, wanting to cry for lack of sleep.

But then, his face. Oh, the beautiful face of a child in the morning, smiling at his mother. Me with my unwashed hair, smudged glasses and no bath in two days (unless you count getting splashed while bathing him in the sink after a blowout diaper), and yet he looks at me as if I am the most beautiful thing he has ever seen. And smiles.

And now he’s four and he begs me to go on the school bus. And I think of how time has sped up since his birth, how the seconds must be ticking by faster than they used to, because he is such a big boy. He wants to hold your hand before bed, but not every night. How long until there are no more bedtime stories, no more smooches, no more, “Mommy! I need to hold you.”

So I cry, but I know I will be there for the journey. I will let go when the time calls for it, I will allow him the freedom to grow and learn and become a man. But the joy of seeing him grow will not come without a little sorrow.

Four days old

Four years old

Irish Hiking Scarf

So the Irish Hiking Scarf is coming along quite nicely.

Closeup of the cables:

Unknitting (AKA “tinking”) has really come in handy, as I knit the wrong side and had to rip back, but didn’t have to frog the whole thing. So far, so good.

I intended that this would be a scarf for George, but I don’t know if it’s going to be wide enough; I may need to find a bulkier wool or use larger needles if it seems too narrow. We’ll see what he thinks; I’m sure that someone else could use it if he decides he doesn’t like it.

Stash Photography

So Fetching is finished, and I’m not thrilled with the thumbs, but they are warm and wearable. I need to dig out my tripod and take some photos, I just don’t seem to have time when there’s decent natural light around.

A lot of my stash & object photos do not look very good, as I am not what you would call photographically inclined. I see some of the most amazing FO and yarn photos on Ravelry… lo and behold, there is a Ravelry group specifically for these people! I browsed some of the messages and got a few good tips on making my stuff look less… well, ‘flashy.’

Oh, and I taught myself how to unknit today! I am so proud, I’m going around unknitting everything in sight. No more frogging-the-whole-thing-because-I-had-a-yarn-over-somewhere. I am so happy, especially since this Irish Hiking Scarf requires attention while knitting.