I was already to type up a "What the Fuck" post, but I'm opting to look on the positive side of the day. It won't last, but it's a start. There's a lack of knitting going on in the house for a number of reasons.
Reason 1: The Wallaby is at the point where I start knitting the sleeves. I'll be doing both sleeves at the same time & while this creates 2 perfect sleeves, it's also a pain in my ass.
Reason 2: Refer to my previous post. I'm looking for my next large project. I imagine I'll make Gus another sweater for the fall & maybe even a cute EZ sweater for the Niece. I just don't have that desire to knit precious baby/toddler knits. I gotta be in the mood for those projects. I was going to start a lacy item, but Ava has her sights on the Melon shawl from Victorian Lace Today. I'm coveting that shawl, but I think that'd she'd get roaring pissed if I started it. I was going to say, "Fuck her" & cast on while she's overseas. But after her birthday post, I can't & won't. I'm giving her 3 months to cast-on. Three!
Reason 3: 2 pairs of socks in less than 2 months has left me hating my Addi's 0. Not really hating them. If they were human, I'd give them the We've-Grown-Apart line. I'll touch them again, promise.
Reason 4: I ran across this. I'm obsessed. Crazy like a lunatic obsessed. I'm Skippy & it's David Spade (probably not the best stalker/obsession reference, let me work on it). I've had a long love affair with granny squares. My paternal Grandma was all about them. We've got 2 very scratchy & tough lap blankets sitting in our basement. I want something cuddly. Once a year, I try and teach myself how to master them. I get one done & cast it aside. But let's face it, I've got no blankets going & that ain't good for Lola's sanity! I was going to wait for TBA's bits-n-pieces revel and use my Tatamy Tweed for the Rambling Rows pattern. Too bad little one, Mamma's got a new plan! I've called every LYS, found the pattern, & tried whipping up a sample square. Thanks to a cancellation, it's a go for tomorrow afternoon. So I'll wait for TBA's blanket. I'll still use the Rambling Rows, but look for a new yarn. Anyone see Bernat is now offering an organic cotton? Don't know anything about it, I just passed it in the store. Not the greatest color selection. I digress.
I thought I'd share some of the photos that helped spur my love. Also, who can resist a gnome, coffee cup, roadside hotel, & some olives? This girl can't. Decaf lattes suck. I forgot.
p.s. One little WTF moment, Gus has started calling us "Mom" & "Dad". I can't tell you how much I miss hearing "Mommy."
I'm guessing that this will be the Year of the Sock. With the last pregnancy, I made the mistake of making 3 sweaters. The first one, a slouchy number, I thought would make it through the entire pregnancy jaunt. Didn't. The second one, raglan style, I thought might work for the first couple of cold months. Also, didn't. And the third, very cable heavy, just pissed me off. I was well into the pregnancy and there was no hope of wearing it until the following winter. With each passing stitch, I'd get pissed. Somewhere around seaming & sleeves, I realized that it may even be the following winter before I pulled it over my head. There was no guessing on how big my boobs would get. In high-school that was my only reason to get pregnant in the future. I thought, for once in my life I'd have a set of jugs I'd be proud of. So, I'm officially saying, "NO SWEATERS UNTIL THIS BABY COMES OUT." I don't need the aggravation. This leaves me with socks, shawls (how many can one girl have?), & kid clothes. Right now, I've got one true WIP, a Wallaby out of Peace Fleece. Almost to the armholes, so I think that allows me room for picking a new project. Another "fun" pair of socks or some lace? I say "fun" because Purse Socks never count in the WIP basket. It's like a Non-smoker not counting themselves as a Smoker if they occasional smoke at a bar. It just doesn't count.
The Monkey Socks are off the needles. Still the fastest socks I've ever knit. I added a repeat, and I think with the next pair I'll add 2 extra repeats. I have a ton of yarn leftover! By the second sock, I remembered the chart. Ava remembers charts quickly. I don't. I have a fantastic memory for things that will get me something in the future: who gave the last 2 baths, what snarky comment SK made about Lamaze classes, how Other Sister got me in trouble when I was 7, i.e. Remebering a chart doesn't fall into that category. I'm debating starting another pair of Monkey socks or giving Savannahchik's toe-up Pomatomus a whirl. Until then, I'm digging up my G-Rocks sock & giving it a mate.
For the next couple of days, you guys are stuck with me. I hate when Ava goes away. For the first couple of days, I realize that she's gone. I tell SK the stories that I was going to tell her, but he doesn't appreciate them as much. But by Day 3, I've forgotten and cursing her for not picking up the phone.
Finally, thank you for the birthday wishes! I ate all of the foods that you shouldn't eat, and enjoyed an ice-cold Buckler. Thank you , Ava for the the fabulous birthday post. I love seeing the old pictures and reliving the memories. No mention of the times you told us the Mom & Dad took pity on the babies (myself & Other Sister) that were left on their doorstep. Huh?
Finally, a finished object that I am happy with. Can I just tell you the joy it fills me with? Not only was it simple, I actually like the item and can see myself using it quite frequently, especially since I like my house cold in the winter. Never mind that next week it is supposed to be in the 90s here . . . I just said winter. The London Shrug is officially done and has been added to the Put a Fork In It album. Yes!
The girls leave on Tuesday for Paris, Germany, Switzerland, and the Czech Republic. They will be gone for two solid weeks and couldn't be happier. Their school trip has been planned for the past two years and now that the date is quickly approaching, there is still a lot to be done. Every day, there is something new written on the white board (our preferred method of keeping in contact with one another) like "little umbrellas for Paris" or "pony tail holders." At some point, most likely in Prague, they will realize that they forgot something and have to go to a convenience store. That, for some strange reason, is always the highlight of a trip for me . . . that and eating in a McDonald's abroad.
The Flyer and I leave for London on the same day as the girls. This trip is relatively low key for us. He's doing a lot of planning, but I'm just looking for yarn stores. I've been to a few, but I really want to head to Bunty this time around, partially because I like the name. There will be a return trip to Liberty and Stash Yarns, but every thing else is up in the air. If you want anything, email me and I'll see what I can do. Trust me, if I am shopping for someone else, it's usually much better for me.
The plane project was supposed to be another Clapotis out of the Cider Moon Pandora Rose color-way (can we please think of a better word than color-way?). Best laid plans and all . . . it ain't happening. I should have bought the Glacier yarn, which I believe is their worsted weight yarn, but I bought the Icicle yarn, which is sock yarn. I knit up a gauge swatch on 5s and it was too loose, so I tried it on 4s. Better and something that I could live with. Or so I thought. About 20 rows into it, I realized that I hated it so much so that I wanted to cry. Lola and I had talked earlier about doing something out of Victorian Lace, a book I have had for a quite a while but was too nervous to use. Forced with a seven hour flight and nothing to knit, I opted for the rectangular shawl with the trellis and leaf motif on page 62. It looks very similar to Eunny's Print O' the Wave stole, but the directions were easier for me to read. I have almost two repeats done, which proves how quickly this knits up. It wasn't without issues as I had to tell my husband three times that I knew how to knit after I made successive fuck ups (not reading the chart correctly, lace cast-ons which wouldn't work, forgetting how a yarn over works - lovely crap!).
I picked up Allison's Charmed Knits last night more for Veronica than for me. Granted, I'll be doing the knitting (even though she and her sister know how to knit), but I've never met a bigger Harry Potter fan than her. I love the school jumpers and Errol - he might get knit quite quickly - as well as the Animal Crackers hat pattern. My only question, how does one knit something in secret? Any suggestions?
Lola, you are on your own for a while. Anything happens to us, the kids are yours. Make sure you have them "git" you things as well as fetch stuff for you. They are good at that. Not as good as pretend eating dog food on the phone (that's Gus for you), but good at "gitting" stuff. Email your requests!
PS - we saw the video for the Rolling Stones "She's So Cold" yesterday and I told the Flyer, "Now I know why women were gaga for Mick Jagger . . . he was hot before he looked cadavery."
So, what were you doing 31 years ago today? Seriously, you can't remember? Let me jog your memory. It was the bicentennial. "Disco Duck" was a huge hit. The Montreal Olympics were beginning . . . you do remember Nadia Comaneci, don't you? Oh, and my best friend was born. Only then, she was just my little sister, Lola, and my world was about to be flipped upside down.
One of the nights Lola wouldn't sleep
See, I liked being an only child. It was a pretty sweet gig, if you ask me. Mom and Dad didn't exactly spoil me, but if I wanted an Inch Worm or the Sunshine Family, I knew I would get them. A sibling would change all that. I knew something was up after Mom read a hideous 'where babies come from' kind of book. And then, June 22 rolled around and I was shuttled off to Mrs. Berghoff's house. That was a treat in and of itself, so I knew the end was near. Dad came to Bergie's house late that night to tell me that I had a new sister . . . crap.
At first it was odd having a baby in the house. Lola's legs stood straight up if you pull the covers off, and she never, ever slept. That got a bit annoying after a while. The next year it became interesting as the Other Sister joined us. With two sisters, I could really have fun. If I wanted to dress them up in saris, no problem; they even stood still so I could draw a bindi on their foreheads in Marks-A-Lot. If Mom sent us out to play on the front porch, I could convince Lola to hold on to an open umbrella and jump off the porch a la Mary Poppins. Lola and the Other Sister were always up for a game of Witchy Witch or Statue Statue, and one of them could be counted on to ask Mom for money for the Ooga Man.
Remember, I saved you the night of the motel "fire" . . . Dad saved his golf clubs!
It wasn't until Lola went to college that we became friends. When she graduated, it got even better. Who was this funny woman I was talking to? Oh, that's my sister. What the hell? Now, the Flyer and SK are used to coming home and finding us on the phone with each other. My girls love talking to their aunt, even if they have never called her Aunt Lola, and they know that whatever they tell me will eventually make its way to her.
I credit my knitting passion to my sister. I took classes years ago and made several lovely scarves and bear sweaters (don't ask), but it fell by the wayside. When the Other Sister had Beaner, I started knitting again, and Lola was right there to talk me through the finer points of Knitting 101. She very rarely if ever will talk me out of a purchase, but she will point out if I have yarn of that type in my stash. And, on a few occasions, she will talk me into a purchase . . . Cider Moon comes to mind.
You were such a good sport . . . I owe you one!
So, on Lola's birthday, right after she had that lovely ultrasound, here are some things you should know about her.
Happy birthday! Love you bunches!
PS - pictures of the London Shrug tomorrow or Sunday. I just couldn't muster the energy to do any more ribbing last night. UGH!
There's been some progress on the WIP basket. My Sock Pal sock's are done! I've got to admit that I finished them just to start some new socks. Over the past four months, I've added some gorgeous colors to my stash that I've need to get on my needles. Also, all the Monkey love has been getting to me. So I knocked out the Pal's socks last weekend. I'll devote a proper letter to my Pal soon, but here's a shot of the finished duo (my first finished duo in 6 months).
I used Cider Moon's Icicle in Pistachio for her pair. It has a tiny halo and is said to be a looser ply for lighter socks. I think that they should keep her toes cozy through the fall. As soon as the last stitch was bound off, I wound my next Cider Moon hank & printed the copy of Monkey. Seriously, I'm in love with this entire sock. Monkey is the fastest sock I've ever knit. I honor the pattern for this accomplishment. There's something about the chart that lends itself to speed knitting.
I added an extra repeat & used my Addi's 1. In hindsight, I should have gone down to the 0, but that's what the second pair is for! And let's talk about the yarn! This is Cider Moon's Flurry in Avocado. When I first saw June Carter, Avocado was sitting next to her just begging to come home with me. So I pet him & said, "Someday, my love." The night before Knitter's Connection, my mantra was "Buy Avocado. Buy Avocado." Ava & I hit the Cider Moon booth & Avocado made it into my basket. There's a slight difference between Flurry & Icicle; no halo with the Flurry & it's has a bit tighter ply. I love the colors & (so far) no pooling. I can't beg you enough to go to the store & pickup a skein. Hey ladies, how about a Dirty Martini colorway? Huh? Huh? As soon as this Monkey is off my back, I'm starting a BSJ with their DK weight yarn in Thin Mint.
Baby stuff. Thank you all for the baby wishes! It was odd to not blog about being pregnant, but the mysterious due date freaked me out. The last post left us at a 12-16 week pregnancy. It is my pleasure to say after an official ultrasound, we are 9 weeks pregnant. Little bitter sweet because now we still have 4 weeks left of the first trimester. Not that I'm sick or even tired, but the uncertainty of the first trimester is frightening. But yesterday's appointment was not quite smooth sailing. I told the doctor I wanted 2 things out of the ultrasound, a due date & proof of one child. She was certain she could give me both answers, but confused that I'd ask for proof of a single child. "Why do you need proof?" she asked while applying the jelly. "My mother is convinced that I'm carrying twins since I look nice & pregnant." As she starts the ultrasound, we both stop & look at 2 blobs on screen. "Well..." she says with a hint of happiness, "let me take a look at another angle, but there are 2 sacks." Thank god I was laying down. After lots of moving & repositioning, we found 2 sacks, but only one with a nice strong heart-beat. It's safe to say that my mother dodged a life watching 3 kids while I'm at work. Apparently, my body decided to drop 2 eggs, but one was a dud & I couldn't be happier. Yes, twins are a miracle (4 of my favorite people are twins), but not my miracle. The doctor said that the empty sack would just "go away" & not interfere with the baby. This was all a little eerie since Ava & I just had a conversation about what I could be carrying. I'm neurotic about the most far-fetched possibilities of a pregnancy. We discussed that it's possible that I could be carrying a Wolf boy or a baby that consumed their twin during pregnancy & is now left with a lump of hair and a gaggle of teeth positioned on my baby's side. The doctor reassured me that we have one little baby waiting to join the family, but on my way out she said, "At the next appointment, have them do an ultrasound to make sure the the sack is disappearing or that nothing starts growing in the sack." What?!
Phew . . . now that the cat is out of the bag . . . congrats little sis! And for the record, I don't think that you are having twins nor do I wish a little girl so you can have one of each. Speaking as one who was constantly told she was having twins (and did and is happy for it), it isn't something that you want to hear unless you really, really, really want twins. Enough said!
Ah, the end of school . . . I feel like that dad sailing through the aisles at Staples singing "It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year" as he's throwing school supplies in his cart. Me? I'm tossing them into the garbage can! Honestly, it is a bittersweet year for me. The kids were great and there was actually some growth in the the writing department. One of my students gave me a card that read, "Thank you for helping me improve in my writing. I know I needed it." Broke my heart as she truly showed growth. Other kids? It will some in time. I will miss seeing my team-mates (I work on the best team ever) everyday and the conversations that go along with them . . . conversations like this awhile ago:
Ava: So Philly was awesome this weekend!
Science Guy: Did you make it to the Italian Market?
Ava: No, just yarning with Lola.
SG: Seriously, you have to go. It is so cool. You can get anything you want . . . even a goat's head.
Ava: Why would I want a goat's head?!
SG: I'm just saying, if you wanted one, you could get it there. But look around first . . . don't buy it from the first place you see.
Ava: So more than one vendor stocks goat's heads?
Last weekend was another milestone in the collective Blacksheep family as our brother finally graduated from college. The lead up to the big weekend was fraught with tension and the shit that goes with it, but all in all it was a good time. Gus had a blast playing with Beaner and her brother, and Betty got into one hell of a water fight with SK. Using the ice water from the the Bro's beer pail was the last straw. Needless to say, it wasn't as much fun drinking without my drinking buddy, but pregnancy kind of puts an end to the beer days and nights. In the end, Lola and I got in tons of knitting at the actual graduation since we got there so fucking early just to get a spot in the shade. I circled our mom, the other sister, her hubby, and the Bro's fiance in the picture. The other sister has a wonky hip so she got handicapped seating; Mom some how got another pass for the rest of them They got burned to a crisp . . . we stayed burn free in the shade! To the lovely family behind us, please let us extend our heartfelt thanks for the air horn in the ear. If it weren't for you, we may have drifted into a state of bliss and not the normal bitter air which exudes from our pores whilst attending high fa-luting crap like this. And to the dear, dear patriarch of that blessed clan, I don't think that you will in fact solve the HIV/AIDS problem by "getting rid of all the fags." Cigarettes, sir, cause lung cancer, not HIV. To the speaker, Bill, I am sure that you were mystified as to doing a speech for free, but that is OSU. In the end, Lola and I didn't really get the speech. Sure, you hit the high notes of helping your fellow man, getting along in an increasingly small world, and figuring out how to act in a state of interdependence, but we were confused through parts. Kudos to the Flyer for scoring the most points in the "What Will the Commencement Speech Be About?" game. He correctly guessed Africa, the future, your future, the environment, and health care . . . I got something special for you!
The highlight of the trip was our brief trip to the Yarn Market at the Knitter's Connection. Lola and I literally got up with the crack of dawn (okay, 7:30 AM) to score some yarn. You can tell the idiots who need a slight fix when they line up at 9:55 AM and look like crack whores waiting to score a little hit. Lola steered us to the Cider Moon gals right away and we bought several (seven or so) skeins of their loveliness. You know it has been busy when you wonder aloud of the yards needed for a Clapotis and the gentleman running the till lets you know it will take 1.5 skeins. Thanks! I was impressed the most with Neighborhood Fiber Co.'s booth. The colors were g.o.r.g.e.o.u.s and the way that they were named was a hoot. Personally, I am looking for a color-way with the name of the Hygiene Dad's neighborhood so I can knit something for him (maybe . . . don't hold your breath, Steve). I sense tons and tons of socks being knit, but not before I finish the London Shrug, which is my new name for the Suzie Hug Me Tight. I posted all of my scores under the stash section on Ravelry (we're twoblacksheep, by the way).
That's it . . . it would have been more spectacular, but a graduation recap and a picture of a ton of yarn get beat out by a pregnancy announcement any day.
PS - What the hell was One Life to Live thinking when they went forward with "Prom Night: The Musical?" Not exactly the demographics they strive for.
I'm still waiting on Ava's lovely recap of this past weekend's events. Why am I waiting? My camera decided to freeze up on me just as I was taking a picture of Sock attending the graduation ceremony. She's got all the pictures & I'm stuck scrambling for a camera to document our days. My old one may work for a little while. Probably not the entire 10 week repair period. Fingers crossed it comes home sooner. I'll say, that it was a great time considering what could have unfolded. I also did very well at Knitter's Connection. Restrained myself to only the essentials. I'll try to squeeze some pictures out.
But why am I writing without a camera or loot? Here it is, a story our dear readers. Imagine if you will, it's the first week of May, Gus is skating on some spilled dog food* (food that he spilled himself), & I ask Ava "How soon do I retest if I got a positive?" Of course she says, "Go ahead and pee on it again." Like I can will myself a full bladder? I hung up the phone as soon as Gus was about to do a toe pick on some Kibble & poured a glass of water. A couple hours later, same result. Thinking that someone at the Pregnancy Test Factory had a shitty day & played with the test, I peed the next day & got the same response. I'm a rational being, so why 3 tests? When I stopped birth control, I never got my period back. I took a number of tests in April & all were negative. The doctor explained it may take a while to get Her back. When I asked him, "How do I try or not try to get pregnant without a period to gauge ovulation?" He looked at me like I was a post-op tyranny & said, "You can't get pregnant without a period, my dear." Usually I'd argue, but I thought "Great we'll get a couple of months before it's time to get down to the business of Trying." Wrong, my dear Dr., I'm pregnant!
Since I couldn't even guess how far along I was, I had to wait until the first OBGYN appointment. Yesterday, my midwife guessed I was about 14 weeks, but thought somewhere between 12-16 weeks. I nearly shit on the exam table. I was planning on maybe 8 weeks & I still think that she's off by about 2 weeks. That still takes away a month of this pregnancy ! I loved being pregnant with Gus. Loved it! Even though we were trying with Gus, I felt like I was in After School special about high school pregnacies when I saw the "+" sign. I'm still in the high school phase, but I feel rushed to get happy now. We are thrilled to be adding one to the family, but it takes me awhile for me to say "Yippee, it will all work out." I really thought that maybe I wasn't pregnant & my body was playing a joke. But most of my family (not Ava) was very happy to point out that fact that I look pregnant & I must be having twins. I beg people to never EVER say this to a bitter pregnant woman sitting around at a BBQ while everyone else is throwing back beers.
In the very happy pregnancy department, no sickness! The only thing that I got with Gus was extremely tired. I'd sleep on the side of a highway if I had to. This time around, I'm tired but not enough to knock me out. I've also learned with the 2nd one that I'm really augmentative & bitter during the first trimester. I know that it's hormonal, but I really believe in my position at that time. I'll walk away & tell myself, "You know that you're wrong." But if SK questions it, I'm back on my soap box.
So that's the Lola news. I'm off to dig out my maternity pants, because the pants I'm wearing right now have a safety pin keeping them on.
*Gus is only allowed to skate or play with dog food when Mommy finds out #2 is coming.
In lieu of a "real" post, recapping the weekend and the haul, I give you the finger test. Nothing major for you to do, just a few simple questions. My results should not surprise anyone who knows me . . . you see it all the time. Look for the traditional "School's Out, Long Live School" post tomorrow as I have one half day with kiddies and then bring on the dancing boys with carafes of vodka and dirty martinis.
|You Are the Middle Finger|
PS - Mom didn't find out about the blog! I guess duct tape does have its merits after all!