I was driving home from school today, thinking to myself "gee, I really should get on Amazon today and order The Yarn Harlot's book
. No one around here will have it for months." When I got home, I went to check the mail and there was a mysterious package waiting for me, from Amazon! And what was inside?
Oh my lord. My ever-lovin' Secret Pal ordered the book for me. I cannot even tell you how excited I am. It's little and pretty and just waiting to be devoured. Damn you, homework! Secret Pal--you're the bestest! I'm giving you a big, giddy hug. Now if only Ms. Harlot would come near me on her book tour so she can sign it for me...
So sad. So very sad...
A Woman Possessed
That was me yesterday. I am starting to freak out a little bit about moving. We only have two months, people!! And we have a whole house full
So I've started to go through our stuff and throw out and pare down. Just the essentials and the can't-live-withouts. This is what the craft room looked like in the eye of the storm:
I didn't think I had this much yarn. Not until it was all together and in 3 18-gallon rubbermaid containers, 6 15-qt storage bins, and one shoebox size container. But that is seriously all of it. I have things I've forgotten about--like 10 balls of gorgeous-red Debbie Bliss Cashmerino. But I was good too. I got rid of some bad knitting magazines (the title of which shall remain nameless, but wouldn't you think that if your name included a certain attribute, say creativity, that maybe your designs would portray said attribute? and not totally suck? I'm just sayin'...) and some doubles of needles that I bought before I knew what good needles were.
Speaking of needles, I was crying last night. As part of the cleaning spree, I organized my needles and put them all back in their little envelopes or in their special little needle cases. As I was going through my DPN needle case, I noticed a set of #7 DPN's in their little slot. Which was odd, because I was using those for the Turtleneck Shrug. Or so I thought.
Nope, I was using my #5's, which are the same brand and have no distinguishing marks other than the size. You would think that after all of my years of knitting, I would go by something more than "those are the right color, those must be the #7's." For cripe's sake. I had been knitting all week, ribbing in the round, on dpn's, for 20 inches, WITH THE WRONG SIZE NEEDLE. So before all the ripping, let's have a moment of silence for the first Big Bonehead Moment of 2005 here at Strawberry Knits (with a nod to the Skinny Rabbit
, who has bonehead moments, but still produces some of the best knitting out there).
Today's lesson: check your needle size twice, knit once. Adieu, too small sleeve.
That's right. It's Super Sexy Alyssa...sorry, guys, she's taken
and her super sexy Buttonhole Bag! Her bag is my personal favorite--if I didn't love her so much I would have totally kept it for myself. I love knowing my knitted gifties are being used and enjoyed as much as I loved making them.
I spent a day relaxing at home on Friday and got this surprise in the mail:
Some yummy bath salts, cute notecards and some mini M&M's (that barely made it past taking the photo)! Tim loves him some M&M's, so I had to share. Happy March, indeed! Thanks, SP!!
I also got some things I have been hankering for when we were in Minnesota. Tim and I took a trip to tres chic
Grand Ave. in St Paul, where I stopped into The Yarnery
and got these:
Finally!!! The new Rowan and Rebecca spring issues, and 4 balls of Rowan Kid Classic---none of which the local shop had. They were going to order them for me, but come on, why wait? The Kid Classic is for the Turtleneck shrug in Scarf Style
. I think that thing is just the cutest and have been wanting to make it since I got the book way back last fall. Here's what I've got so far:
It's taking forever because I have to use the DPN's. I may have to get myself a 12" circular, just so I can get on with it and not quit out of boredom--because I really
want the shrug, and before summer would be a plus!
And speaking of finally, I finished my Clapotis!! And I have to say, I just love it to pieces. I started that damn thing last fall sometime, and finished it Friday morning. I had to give it a good bath, because the hand-painted yarn I used rubbed off something fierce--I would end up with red hands after an evening of knitting. We went to see a show today and then out to dinner, so I got to dress up and wear the Clapotis out.oh la la, tres chic, n'est ce pas?
Some good, some bad...but that's life
I have been away from the blog for a while--I try to post at least once a week, but Life has been getting in the way.
We were in Minnesota this weekend, because Tim's Grandma has been really sick. She went into the hospital about a month ago because she was fainting and very weak. They found blood clots in her legs, arms and lungs, and when they did a test on the clots in her lungs, they found lung cancer. Because she was so weak, they couldn't do further tests, but because she didn't have any specific tumors, they weren't too concerned to let it go until she got stronger to do chemo or raditation. She was moved to a nursing home to get stronger, but she hated it there--too many people at death's door, nothing to do, no tv or phone--so the family brought her home this past Monday. She still was so weak, and couldn't do the simplest things for herself. Tim's mom was spending all day with her cause she couldn't dress herself or wasn't confident enough to be sure she wouldn't fall in the bathroom, etc. So when we left on Tues. night, we were still pretty concerned about her. It turns out when she woke up Wed. morning, she couldn't move, so they rushed her to the emergency room. The oncologist came to see her, and did some tests, and her lung cancer is much worse than anyone thought. He recommended, and they have decided, to move her to a hospice. Grandma is in very good spirits considering--I think she is relieved to finally know exactly what is going on and she agrees that the hospice is the best place for her. Tim is very close to his grandma, so it has been very hard for him, but he is relieved that she will be in good care now.
Our good news is that Tim has formally accepted the job with the University of Minnesota and we are moving there this summer. We looked at houses while we were in Minnesota, and we know we will definitely be able to find a house we like and can afford. We are planning on selling our house and our realtor says we won't have any problems doing so. We'll put the house on the market at the end of April, and we're planning a trip to Minnesota for serious house hunting after school is out in May. So if all goes well, we'll be up there in June! I am not looking forward to the cold and snow, but we will have a good time in the Twin Cities---there is so much to do and all of Tim's family and friends are there. And don't even get me started on all the yarn shops!! I have applied to the University of Minnesota to finish my degree there, and if all goes well, it won't be too much longer till I can get a job--2 years?
So stay tuned for some actual knitting content--you know I got some stuff in Minnesota while I was there, and I think there's something about a finished Clapotis
Quick Knits and Mondays are the Best
Look what I wore yesterday:
It's Gesta from Cornelia Tuttle Hamilton's Book Two, knit in some sort of Noro on US 10 1/2's. I think it's Blossom, but don't quote me on that. I had gotten the yarn many moons ago, and it was living life as a very thick, never worn scarf. I decided that I would recycle the yarn and make something I actually would wear. So I ripped, wet the kinks out, and after only a week of knitting, voila!! I love this vest. It was actually warm, and it's flattering without resembling a corset. No one likes corsets. Let those babies breathe!!
So I wore it to school yesterday, and when I was helping a pair of my fourth grade girls on an assignment, one said about the vest, "Pretty colors!" I answered, "Thanks. I made it myself." The girls said, "YOU DID??!! Cool!!" One girl called the colors "like fall and spring mixed together." Aww! How great are they?! Best compliment I could have gotten. I swear, those kids are the only thing getting me through this semester. Mondays are the best.
Today is Tim's birthday. We had lobster for lunch, and after we stopped at Flying Star
to pick up dessert for later. I got him SNL's Best of Will Ferrell, the first season of SCTV on DVD
, and a cheapo bin Cars cd. Pretty good haul, if I do say so myself. He is currently playing Xbox, which I would say is pretty good for a Thursday afternoon. One of the perks of being a college professor!
I could go on and on about my honey, but I will break it down Harlot
-style into a few choice points:
1. He is smart. I don't mean in the 2 masters degrees AND a PhD kinda way (which he does have) but in a way that makes me stop and think. He's got a more thoughtful point of view about things, and is one of the best people I know for explaining things.
2. He is funny. Every day we laugh. Even on the bad days when things are stupid and grey and yucky, he makes a joke about poop that makes me roll my eyes and laugh my head off.
3. He is nice. Way nicer than me. He is naturally a kind and generous person, and I am continually impressed at how his kindness comes naturally to him, whereas I have to work on mine.
4. He puts up with my yarn habit and actually appreciates the things I do. He has gone up to the Taos Wool Festival with me twice now, and I think he may have enjoyed himself. At least I think so.
5. He is a good liar. I made pumpkin cheesecake last year for Thanksgiving, and I only found out thins year at Christmas that he really didn't like it. I can appreciate the skill it takes to pull that off (although the cheesecake was really good, so I don't know what his problem was).
6. He puts away the dishes from the dishwasher. 'Nuff said.
7. He loves my cooking (except for the whole cheesecake thing). My cooking is
really good, but he is so much fun to cook for because you really know when he likes something. He gets all excited and makes yummy noises the whole way through. Although it may be a ruse to keep me cooking so he doesn't have to. :-)
8. Everyday he makes me feel more and more loved. I feel beautiful on my ugly days, cheered on my sad days and comforted on my anxious days because I know I am loved. I am a lucky woman to have this guy in my life.
How sweet it is to be loved by you, honey. Happy Birthday.