Saturday brought the first class of the February Baby Sweater, and I half-heartedly thought about casting on for the adult version. The amount of projects that I have on the needles (note: I lie about what I really have posted in the side-bar) and what I should have on the needles made me pause, and instead, I cast on for the baby version for friends of Lola's who are expecting in May. Actually, I cast on twice: first in Pandora Rose (the chartreuse wasn't playing well with the stitch pattern) and then in a yarn called Fiesta, which I received in a swap. I think it will look lovely on a little girl in mid-October, and I can probably bribe Lola into taking some picture.
I'm trying to be a better teacher with my knitting classes and typed up some notes about the sweater. The problem is since it's an Elizabeth Zimmerman pattern, the notes are longer than the damn pattern. And, for once, I gave out the email address as well as the blog address in the notes if my students had a question over the week. For some reason, I've kept this very separate from knitting classes, but I think that is changing slowly. I mean, there are the names after all. How do you explain to people that you use a pseudonym on a "secret" blog (and really, it's only secret from our family) or that you chose the names you did because you and your sister have soft spots for strippers? Actually, it's getting easier every time it trips off my tongue.
I haven't the foggiest idea what to do with the two cakes of yarn in the photo. The top one is called "October" by Chameleon Colorworks and the bottom is by Cascade Heritage Paints in "Forest". Both could be made into socks, but I would like to find something new to do with the sock yarn. The Cascade could make a lovely pair of gloves or a Baby Surprise Jacket . . . suggestions?
We had parent/teacher conferences at work this week. Parents, teachers don't look forward to conferences any more than you do. We are most likely just as nervous sitting across from you as you are from us. Conferences went pretty well this time around, and during a down moment, one of my team-mates asked if I was looking forward to the girls heading to college in August. This is still very hard for me to talk about, but I told him that I was in a way, but it still petrifies me since so much of my adult life has been defined as being their mom. I don't know how I will handle it when they leave, and that terrifies me. I'm really counting on family and friends to help "manage" the situation. Otherwise, it's just me and Blue Moon.
The Flyer leaves for Orlando on Tuesday and will be gone until Sunday. It's his first trip in ages; that will mean no sleep on Tuesday but stretching out the rest of the week across the bed. Since he is flying into Orlando, I can stock up on Lush's Ultra Bland without heading into Manhattan. Call it a Valentine's Day present, baby, and we're even. I'm thinking about getting him this for Valentine's Day - gives him something to look forward to when he gets back.
Enjoy your weekend . . . the weather here is rather sublime and my favorite temperature: mid-50s. The Flyer and I were rather impressed with the icicles from the trumpet vines out front. Clearly, they were taken a week ago as most of the snow has melted, leaving us with the icky gray road salt mixed with mud.
PS - Lola and I were bit by the "25 Random Things" on Facebook, so I decided to post it tomorrow on the blog for the "100 Things About Us" . . . we're 50 short - give us some time. Drop us an email if you are on Facebook and we'll add you to the friends' list.