Thursday, February 28, 2008
sock deux
i dont know what it is about a pair of socks that causes it to slow down to a complete crawl when I am almost finished the second one. weird. But as I sit here with nothing but the toe to finish on drews socks, i am looking at the galway chunky I bought to make my daughter's cottage socks. its the best pattern, when knitted up they look like ugh boots, adorable. Anyway, I love the look of the size 13 needles that I bought to make them, and cant wait to get em started, but first theres this darn toe...
Saturday, February 23, 2008
middle of the night
i thinks its so cool that you can wake up at 4 in the morning and click on the computer screen and find 1230 other people up, thinking about knitting, just like you are. Cracks me up , the way the world, so different, so divided, is really very tiny and similar, we share the same interests, sleep issues, concerns for our kids, blah blah blah, but fight about anything we can think of. maybe we ravelers should put all our money together and teach the whole world to knit -- theyd certainly have less time to fight if they were involved in the best yarn search, like the rest of us.
very deep stuff for 4 am.'
as i write this my son sleeps, 20 feet away, curled up in his dads chair. now, this is no 3 year old, this is my 25 year old, hunk of a man, grown up, wonderful son. Hes moving next week, buying his own home, can you imagine? I cant, this is the kid who stood at the front door watching people play outside because he was sick. this is the one who had a hole in his heart, asthma, nearly died after his dpt shot, pertusus at age 8, hit by a drunk driver at 17, got flat out plastered drunk at prom and had to come home in garbage bags, and his friends boxers --
this is the boy who went off to south carolina for college and came home a surfer guy, the one who cries if he sees a dead animal, will fight to the death to defend one of his sisters, who hugs his father and kisses me on the head and says I love you mom. this is one awesome young man, and he is buying his first house.
of course there is a girl involved. a cute litle thing, loves him to death, works hard, laughs hard, loves her momma. she has some self image issues but shes young and i think she will work through them. she isnt "moving in" but half her furniture is, and I have been told that she will set up the kitchen, not me ( thanks son). so Im guessing whenever i go see him, i'll see her. so cute, my bear is in love. and he actually managed to find a woman that I like --go figure.
so, i sit here watching him sleep, all wrapped up in "sick blankie" the one that lays folded in the hall closet, or at this time of year, folded by the fireplace -- that we all grab when we decide to sleep in the warmth of the family room, by the fire. it brings back memories of nights when I watched him sleep through ear infections, when I squeezed my hand through the rungs of the crib at the hospital and touched his little belly to be sure he was still breathing, when we'd be out on the boat and hed fall asleep--almost the minute we hit the water.
hes moving out next week, but never out of my heart. the girls say I favor him, that he can do no wrong. not true. i love them all, for and despite of who they are, but with a son it is alittle different, i mean I fell in love with the man he models himself after so of course he is special to me, and i see him being a wonderful, albeit a bit unconventional, father, a caring husband, a good and strong man. and he will take with him the socks I knitted, the blankie he has carried since he was born ( and hid in his pillow case in college) and 25 years of memories and joy -- and hopefully some lessons learned.
and I will miss him, like I miss the girls. but i wll find great joy and pride in the fact that he is my son, and he is good and he knows we are always here.
very deep stuff for 4 am.'
as i write this my son sleeps, 20 feet away, curled up in his dads chair. now, this is no 3 year old, this is my 25 year old, hunk of a man, grown up, wonderful son. Hes moving next week, buying his own home, can you imagine? I cant, this is the kid who stood at the front door watching people play outside because he was sick. this is the one who had a hole in his heart, asthma, nearly died after his dpt shot, pertusus at age 8, hit by a drunk driver at 17, got flat out plastered drunk at prom and had to come home in garbage bags, and his friends boxers --
this is the boy who went off to south carolina for college and came home a surfer guy, the one who cries if he sees a dead animal, will fight to the death to defend one of his sisters, who hugs his father and kisses me on the head and says I love you mom. this is one awesome young man, and he is buying his first house.
of course there is a girl involved. a cute litle thing, loves him to death, works hard, laughs hard, loves her momma. she has some self image issues but shes young and i think she will work through them. she isnt "moving in" but half her furniture is, and I have been told that she will set up the kitchen, not me ( thanks son). so Im guessing whenever i go see him, i'll see her. so cute, my bear is in love. and he actually managed to find a woman that I like --go figure.
so, i sit here watching him sleep, all wrapped up in "sick blankie" the one that lays folded in the hall closet, or at this time of year, folded by the fireplace -- that we all grab when we decide to sleep in the warmth of the family room, by the fire. it brings back memories of nights when I watched him sleep through ear infections, when I squeezed my hand through the rungs of the crib at the hospital and touched his little belly to be sure he was still breathing, when we'd be out on the boat and hed fall asleep--almost the minute we hit the water.
hes moving out next week, but never out of my heart. the girls say I favor him, that he can do no wrong. not true. i love them all, for and despite of who they are, but with a son it is alittle different, i mean I fell in love with the man he models himself after so of course he is special to me, and i see him being a wonderful, albeit a bit unconventional, father, a caring husband, a good and strong man. and he will take with him the socks I knitted, the blankie he has carried since he was born ( and hid in his pillow case in college) and 25 years of memories and joy -- and hopefully some lessons learned.
and I will miss him, like I miss the girls. but i wll find great joy and pride in the fact that he is my son, and he is good and he knows we are always here.
Monday, February 18, 2008
Friday, February 15, 2008
socks
what in the world did I do before I knitted socks? i love, love, love knitting socks! today i restarted a pair for valeries boyfriend, i had to tear them out a couple weeks ago ( long story) and then got mad at him so i decided he didnt deserve socks, but i guess he really is a nice enough guy after aLL, so, socks it is!
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Monday, February 11, 2008
Sunday, February 10, 2008
ravelry explodes
i can not believe how i got through the day without ravelry.com. whether Im knitting or crochetting or just thinking about it , i hit ravelry. maybe its the exclusivity you feel when you finally get " invited" to join, I dont know.
Im not knitting right now tho. i had started a pair of socks for #3's boyfriend, but then made a mega boo-boo and had to tear them out, then i got mad at him ( lloooonnngggg story) and have decided he isnt worthy of my socks, so the ball of yarn is kind of sitting there wondering what IT did that pissed me off....guess Ill make my son in law another pair of socks instead -- I never get mad at him!
oh my god, how did i never see the little cork people before? my #1 used corks for her place card holders at her wedding, and everyone I know has a bowl of corks sitting around the house (yes, we drink a lot of wine) so now i am going to make every family I know a family of cork people of their very own. cant wait to get started on that!
Im not knitting right now tho. i had started a pair of socks for #3's boyfriend, but then made a mega boo-boo and had to tear them out, then i got mad at him ( lloooonnngggg story) and have decided he isnt worthy of my socks, so the ball of yarn is kind of sitting there wondering what IT did that pissed me off....guess Ill make my son in law another pair of socks instead -- I never get mad at him!
oh my god, how did i never see the little cork people before? my #1 used corks for her place card holders at her wedding, and everyone I know has a bowl of corks sitting around the house (yes, we drink a lot of wine) so now i am going to make every family I know a family of cork people of their very own. cant wait to get started on that!
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