Well, these have to be the cutest little bootie-shoes I ever did see! I found them on someone else’s blog along with the pattern, and now I can’t find that blog! DOH! Anyway, I wanted to see how they’d knit up with this RED HEART KIDS YARN. I put little red heart buttons on because that’s all I could find, but with a blue or green button, they could be for both boy babies AND girl babies. And they were fun to make in an evening. Well, they were fun after I made the first one and figured out how to read the pattern correctly. But I’ll definitely do these again! Thanks to whoever that was that had them on their blog!
Here are some of the gals who keep me knittin’ pretty. We meet every Saturday morning at the local coffee house from about 9:00 to noon (or however long we can convince ourselves to stay). We’re all at different levels of knitting, with Caryn being our ‘local expert’ (though she’d beg to differ). I’m on the left, then Caryn, Anita (we like to call her “Aknita”), my sister Molly (who, though a school teacher, refuses to learn to read a pattern), and Brooke (who told us today she PREGGERS!). The only one missing is Kay. I’ll catch her next time, though.
It was sad. She’d worked on it for weeks. The pattern was difficult to read, especially for a beginning knitter with no fear. We all tried to help. Even me. (That was more like the blind leading the blind.)We’d seen it done before. Caryn, frustrated with a quick-knit cardigan sewn together wrong (we blame ourselves; there was a lot of yakking), and having a heck of a time trying to frog it, impulsively and with no regret tossed the whole project into the trash can. We were shocked. (Although I have to admit I was a bit impressed, myself.)
But we all learn by example. Even those of us old enough to use our mom’s words on our own kids. Aknita tried to fix her mistake. I tried, too. So did Caryn. In the end, after hours of picking and pulling and snipping and bitching, what else could she do? A precedence had been set.
I don’t know what happened to me, but a couple nights ago, before bed, I thought I’d try and knit up a gauge swatch for this great-looking sweater in the book Hot Knits by Melissa Leapman. Well.
I was using Debbie Bliss Cotton Cashmere, a really beautiful yarn, but also quite slippery on Addi circs.
Not being real familiar with lace, I was trying my darndest just to see if I could accomplish a swatch in the lace pattern written. Instead of winding down for bed, I got so wound UP in this dumb, slippery, swatch that my frustration level (and blood pressure) kept rising.
Then I made a little “harRUMPH” noise. Which turned into a little giggle. Which then turned into a laugh. Which led me to hoots and guffaws and screeching laughter that finally caused my son, waaaay down the hall with his headphones on, to come to our room to find out, “What’s the matter with mom?”
I could barely see through my tears as I found my way downstairs. By the time all was said and done, my insides ached, my nose was stuffed up, and my face looked like I’d had a bad botox job.
here is a fine line between hysterical laughter and just plain hysterics.
I just finished my second chemo hat for another friend undergoing chemo. Amy was diagnosed with breast cancer this past March. Due to her fabulous ability to micromanage, she has already completed a double mastectomy, the first stage of reconstruction, and her first round of chemo. This is a beautiful photo of her this past July. Amy is dear to my heart and a constant inspiration to me.
Love you, Sparky!
Look what I won!!! Oh, I am SO excited. I love it, love it, love it! My name was drawn in the Caps For The Cure drawing. I’ve been eyeing this book for quite some time — actually had it in my hands last month! Oh, I love to win things!
So here’s a couple tops I already can’t wait to knit! Aren’t they great? Love ’em!! Yippee, Caps For The Cure!
We’re not really sure yet…
Isn’t this just one gorgeous animal? I introduced her on this blog a couple months ago, and I have to say this little girl has come a long way. She was SO timid when we first rescued her. It used to be she’d try to hide the entire day under the bed. If she was downstairs and heard my DH or any male in the house, she’d bolt. But after lots of exposure to lots of people and simply not allowing her to hide from us, she’s beginning to let the guys pet her and give her treats and will even run in the back yard with the boys. We take her out to the cottage and have her sit with us in the yard. She finally relaxes (once she’s ignored), and she ends up really enjoying herself. Hopefully she’ll learn to associate people with GOOD things instead of scary things.