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Archive for November, 2009

I want….

I want… a whole day to knit without a child or my husband asking me to to do something.

I want… to eat whatever I want and still lose weight.

I want… my kids to genuinely be happy and confident and be able to do their own laundry.

I want… to raise alpaca.. ooooo.. baby alpaca!!


(He’s cute, huh? I will call him George, and I will love him and pet him and feed him and …oh wait, George is my husband… can’t get yarn out of him, though…)

I want… enough money to spoil my kids for Christmas this year… and a whole bunch more so that I can get some stuff for me too… like Cashmere.

I want… to knit for a living, somehow.  And not have to live in a cardboard box while I do it (where the hell do you keep your yarn?)

I want… my husband to pick up after himself!!

I want… a nice, long, uninterupted night’s sleep…

Is that too much to ask?

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Five kids, if you include my husband.  Oi!  What was I thinking? 

My friend is in the hospital, and I offered to take her 2 little girls to get there shots while I did mine.  Unfortunately, it wasn’t until we took a bus ride ($2.80 for the kids that weren’t mine, I might add)  and a subway ride, and a snack for the walk (another couple bucks) before we get there and find out they won’t let me do it.  I had a note from the friend and everything.  But alas, no go.  So instead, I had to drag the two extra little beings, along with my own 3yo who already had had her shot, through all the lines etc.  It didn’t take long- really, the  nurses and organizers do a pretty good job- but I suspect that the other people in the lines, mostly adults, didn’t enjoy our company.  Fortunately my husband was in a rare good humour, and made a few people laugh, so no one tried to kick us.

I bought them lunch afterwards- around $20.  There was only one fight, a big one, in the restaurant, so actually it went better than I thought.  Still, I’ll think twice before I do it again.

My eldest, 9yo, is an anxious child.  I don’t know if its just her age (I sure hope not, cuz someday I’ll have another 9yo) or her personality, but she gets worked up over everything.  Before she was able to get the shot, when they only allowed little kids to get it, she was Terrified that she’d catch the flu and die.  Terrified with a capital T.  Then when I said we would go get it, she was Terrified about the shot hurting.  Then after we got the shot, she was Terrified she would have some kind of bad reaction.  Oi!  She was sitting afterwards in the waiting room crying.  And then we get home last night and, of course, she’s crying because her arm is hurting, so something horrible must be happening.  I love my daughter so very much, I want to be sympathetic, but after awhile you just want to smack the kid in the back of the head and tell her to chill out!  (I have never hit my kids… I swear…)  She went to bed crying last night.  I went to bed wanting for a large glass of brandy!

So thats that.  I brought my knitting (a sock) but didn’t even pull it out.  And when I got home, I didn’t have much time to knit either.  Don’ t these rotten kids know that mommy needs to knit?  I managed to start the Mad trapper toque, but undid it because I screwed it up (tried doing 2×2 ribbing rather than 1×1, but stupidly didn’t do the math to see if it would work.) I ending up finishing only 2 rounds.

And now I have to do work-that-earns-money.  Sigh.

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My Ill-gotten bootie…

Here it is:

Actually, there is one more sock yarn, but I’ve already got it on the needles.  The plan was to use the green alpaca for a hat for my husband’s grandfather, the sock yarns for socks for 2 female friends for xmas, and the lavender for some kinda cowl for another friend. The green is still a go, and one pair of socks, but now my daughter wants a hat out of the other sock yarn.  It won’t really be very warm, but its so hard to get her to wear a hat at all, that its better than nothing.  And it could look pretty funky… I made one for a baby once, out of sock yarn, and it was pretty cute.

The whole lot cost me way too much.  And in the end, you know all the recipiants think that I did it to save money.  I mean, you are looking at 3 presents for $100.  If I had bought gifts, I wouldn’t have paid more than $20 each, and frankly I can’t afford that much anyhow. 

But I was in the store, fondling all the yarn, and only the alpaca (okay, the cashmere too) was soft enough for my liking.  I used to use only acrylic, because I couldn’t see paying for wool, and then I started knitting with wool, and then alpaca, and I fell in love and can’t go back.  But wool, at least the stuff I should be buying, is scratchy, so what can I do?  I refuse to lower my standards!  (Not true, really- I still use wool once in awhile, for appropriate projects)

But I did learn something last night.  Something very important.  Yarn cannot cure all woes. 

I NEEDED to go out last night.  I had had a really rough week, and I wanted to be away from the demands of my children and husband.  But I came home feeling worse.  Just sibling-relative stuff- the filthy gunk that clogs us up from childhood on.  At my age, I shouldn’t care anymore, but I do.  And even a hour in a packed yarn store didn’t help.

Still, today I can knit. And knit I shall!  Because while yarn can’t help me get over my childhood issues, knitting can let me forget about them for awhile.

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I have to say, learning to KIP (knit in public) was fairly hard for me. I wasn’t ashamed- I’m a very proud knitter. I just don’t like being looked at. Stared at. Oogled. Whichever.

Having once been an advocate of breastfeeding (I still am an avocate, I just don’t have a baby to feed anymore), it may be hard to believe I am that anxious about KIP. I nursed in public, (NIP) with blankets and such, but NIP doesn’t actually get many stares. Dirty looks, yes, but not stares- if someone stares at that, it makes them some kinda pervert, I think.
But KIP gets looks. At first, that made me really nervous- I started to be concious of how fast I was knitting, or if I looked like a newbie. I’d make mistakes because I was so caught up in doing it right.
But recently, I’ve noticed it doesn’t matter anymore. I just do it.  And I almost enjoy the looks.  Occassionally someone will ask something: mostly people that are a bit off, sometimes drunk or kinda crazy.  I no longer mind (if fact, if you have to have a conversation with a crazy person, it helps to have a harmless topic ready at your fingertips).

Mostly I knit socks- if I have to make a long bus trip, I’ll start a simple sock the night before to take with me. Sometimes its too crowded to pull out the knitting- if you start knitting on the bus with a bunch of people still standing up, I think it kinda makes them jealous. Which could be a good thing, if you’re that kinda person. I’m not.

But I have to tell you, one day I was punished for my bold KIP. I was on a bus that was semi-busy. You know, a handful of people still standing. I had a seat, of course (I dare anyone to knit while STANDING on a bus!) so I pulled out my sock. I’m happily knitting along, and come to the end of a dp needle. I go to switch needles, and ‘pling!’ the loose needle flies up in the air, above a few heads and lands at the feet of some of these poor souls that were standing. Beet red, I had to literally crawl on the bus floor and ask a few people to move. I got back to me seat and put the rest of the knitting away, and pretended to be asleep for the rest of the trip.
It didn’t scar me though, as is evidenced by my continued KIP. I’m just very, very careful now, and only do it on the bus when I have a couple seats to myself. And I’m currently reconsidering the whole idea of dp needles being the best projects for KIP.

Now for some finished projects. First, my elephant hat. 

Not as soft or warm as I’d like, and frankly I need to loosen up when I knit with color, but still, I’m happy.  I think it looks better on me than my daughter (but don’t tell her that, please).  I’m making myself a new one anyhow- I want something sinfully soft.

Next, the cowl and fingerless gloves i’ve made for my sister for xmas:

I’m very proud of these.  I LOVE the yarn, which is so soft, I can’t bear to throw out the meter or so I have left.  I hope she likes them too. 

Finally, the socks I made for my husbands stepgrandmother (how complicated family relations are now!).

Nothing fancy, but I’m proud of them.  I love toe up socks now, and the Knitty formula I’m using, so much so that I don’t want to use anything else.  Really, not a very productive attitude.

Well, that’s it for now.  I’m off this afternoon for a yarn orgy! I’m going to Romni yarns, which has the most yarn I have ever seen!  I only have a $100 to spend (really, I shouldn’t spend it but its for xmas presents!) but I hope to come home with lots of goodies!  I’ll be dying to write about it… if I can pull myself away from actually knitting!

 

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