Where does the time go?
It's funny; I feel like I have had no time at all over the last two weeks, but I'm not sure what I've been doing. Well, sleeping, for large parts of it. The time change turned Jamie into an early bird, and so now, we all get up together early in the morning and wave goodbye to the Fool as he heads off to work.
Some mornings, when we're especially with-it, the three of us go to a little cafe for a quick breakfast before taking the Fool to the train station, which means I get coffee. Other mornings, I stagger around and make tea and oatmeal and Jamie works on feeding himself.
I've been knitting, too. And sewing.
An old Girl Scout friend, who found me through Ravelry, sent me a nice piece of blue flannel with cars and trucks and trains on it, and suggested I could use it to make something for Jamie. I had it out on my sewing table for a couple months, thinking about what I could do with it. Finally, it hit me.
I found a small pillow form, like you'd use for a rectangular throw pillow, whipped up a pillowcase, put some of the Fool's grandmother's rick-rack around the open edge, and voila, a small pillow for a small person to nap on if he wants. He noticed it the other day, pointed at the pictures on the pillowcase and giggled.
I cast on and finished Baktus in fairly short order for me - less than a month. Ha!
I can see that when I change colors, I pull the stitches of the yarn I'm changing from a bit too tight; the scarf has a funny curl to the two ends that remind me of a manta ray. I think I could fix that with blocking, or I could just see what it looks like on and perhaps, it won't bother me very much.
It was a totally fun knit and entertaining to watch the colors change. I used a Zauberball I got at Stitches Midwest, and the kitchen scale to divide it into two balls of equal weight.
Pat, in the comments, had asked how the Zauberball was to knit with - she'd heard varying reports as to the yarn's consistency and quality.
I didn't find any knots in mine, and while the yarn got a little thick here and there, it wasn't anything I found to be obnoxious. It's two plies, spun together, and sometimes, when I get knitting along, I split the plies, or I'd snag one or two fibers with the wrong needle. It's also not the softest yarn I've ever knit with, either. I'm not sure I'd buy another, not because there was anything glaringly wrong with this one, but because there are a lot of fun, colorful sock yarns out there that I haven't knit with yet.
I'll put up a proper picture later, but this is one I took last night, when I turned away from writing this post to discover Angus on the couch (elements of photo labeled to aid understanding.)
The poor guy has had a bit of a ... cold? something, lately, so he's been trotting around the house like a furry plant sprayer on four feet. It's a little alarming to be woken by Angus standing over your head, spraying cat sneezes everywhere.
Anyway, waffles and coffee are on, and I need to go supervise Jamie's dining efforts. If we don't watch him carefully, he tries to slip the cats food.
Some mornings, when we're especially with-it, the three of us go to a little cafe for a quick breakfast before taking the Fool to the train station, which means I get coffee. Other mornings, I stagger around and make tea and oatmeal and Jamie works on feeding himself.
I've been knitting, too. And sewing.
An old Girl Scout friend, who found me through Ravelry, sent me a nice piece of blue flannel with cars and trucks and trains on it, and suggested I could use it to make something for Jamie. I had it out on my sewing table for a couple months, thinking about what I could do with it. Finally, it hit me.
I found a small pillow form, like you'd use for a rectangular throw pillow, whipped up a pillowcase, put some of the Fool's grandmother's rick-rack around the open edge, and voila, a small pillow for a small person to nap on if he wants. He noticed it the other day, pointed at the pictures on the pillowcase and giggled.
I cast on and finished Baktus in fairly short order for me - less than a month. Ha!
I can see that when I change colors, I pull the stitches of the yarn I'm changing from a bit too tight; the scarf has a funny curl to the two ends that remind me of a manta ray. I think I could fix that with blocking, or I could just see what it looks like on and perhaps, it won't bother me very much.
It was a totally fun knit and entertaining to watch the colors change. I used a Zauberball I got at Stitches Midwest, and the kitchen scale to divide it into two balls of equal weight.
Pat, in the comments, had asked how the Zauberball was to knit with - she'd heard varying reports as to the yarn's consistency and quality.
I didn't find any knots in mine, and while the yarn got a little thick here and there, it wasn't anything I found to be obnoxious. It's two plies, spun together, and sometimes, when I get knitting along, I split the plies, or I'd snag one or two fibers with the wrong needle. It's also not the softest yarn I've ever knit with, either. I'm not sure I'd buy another, not because there was anything glaringly wrong with this one, but because there are a lot of fun, colorful sock yarns out there that I haven't knit with yet.
I'll put up a proper picture later, but this is one I took last night, when I turned away from writing this post to discover Angus on the couch (elements of photo labeled to aid understanding.)
The poor guy has had a bit of a ... cold? something, lately, so he's been trotting around the house like a furry plant sprayer on four feet. It's a little alarming to be woken by Angus standing over your head, spraying cat sneezes everywhere.
Anyway, waffles and coffee are on, and I need to go supervise Jamie's dining efforts. If we don't watch him carefully, he tries to slip the cats food.
Comments
Did I miss when you confirmed what the Fool's costume was for Halloween?
Oh, and don't worry about the babe slipping food to the cats. Worry when the cats start slipping food to him.