Posts from the ‘crochet’ Category
This is J in a sugar coma the day after Halloween. He said “I hoff oo, Mommy” today. Joy!
It has been a busy couple of weeks. Getting used to L’s new preschool schedule, enjoying time with an extra toddler, and trying to get all those baby sweaters done. Heh. So I did what I’ve always done when I’ve got a deadline. Work on something else. So instead of finishing the blue baby sweater for the party on Monday, I crocheted my first bag. The Market Bag from Knit.1 green edition. Lots of times I think the stuff in Knit.1 is kinda weird, but i really liked this issue. Lots of cool bags! So anyway, hooray Crocheted Market Bag!
I finished the baby blanket! I’m actually very pleased with how it turned out. (Yeah, I know. I always say that.) This was actually going to be another Log Cabin, but after talking to my sister I decided it still might be too hot for Georgia, so the extra holes in the crochet will make it cooler I think. It didn’t hurt that baby boy was born a bit early and I hadn’t started it yet. And it’s true what they say about crochet. It’s heaps faster. I started this blanket Thursday night over at Marly’s. (BTW, a big THANKS to the ladies of the virtual SnB who helped design the blanket!) I did find that I didn’t chain enough in the beginning so it was too narrow, thus the wide cream colored border. I was planning on putting a border on it. Just not that wide.
Crochet chains, that is. Please laugh at my attempt to be clever.
So I realize I haven’t posted for a bit. We’ve had a very busy week with swimming pools and playdates and I just haven’t gotten around to it. L said the funniest thing the other day as we were making a Target run (June has at least 4 birthdays and we are very behind in gifting). The clouds were gray and ominous and the wind was blowing something fierce and she said, “Mama (I love it that she calls me Mama!), why does the wind always come with the rain?” I said I didn’t know so she replied, “Maybe they’re best friends and always have to come together.” 🙂
So I have been knitting. AND crocheting! Marly invited me to be on her podcast for the virtual SnB which was heli-fun (to borrow one of her expressions, borrowed from Cartman I believe.) I’m still working on the helmet liner (there is a story about that on the podcast) and I’m almost finished crocheting a baby blanket. (The baby was born 3 weeks early!)
Pictures on next post.
So in between the never ending garter stitch of the Log Cabin
and the never ending stocking stitch of my sock, I have gotten the urge to learn to crochet. I’ve always been curious about it and love the way it looks as border, but ever since Yarn Thing showed me how to single crochet the edging on the Hippie Soaker, I’ve been obsessed. (Yes this is where the obsessiveknit thing comes from.)
So funny story. We went to church yesterday (Sunday #2!) and they were video taping the service. Well, J chimed right in with his new ability to screech at superhuman pitches (he discovered the church echoed last week) so DH took him into the glass walled baby room while L stayed with me in the service. We were sitting in the back for a sneaky escape should we need one, so when communion time came around we were the very last people to go up. I received the bread and L got her blessing, but when it came time for wine, the server turned around and started packing up. So L and I are alone up at a the altar as some giggles started in the congregation. I leaned forward slightly and quietly said, “Psst!” Well our poor deacon saw me and was mortified and nearly ran across the floor bringing me the bread, which I’d already had. I quietly shook my head as she then waved the wine guy over. So I got my communion and the church got their morning giggles. The funnier part is that my family has been responsible for many many many congregation giggles since we were children. My brother had a habit of falling asleep when he was acolyting, my sister almost set her hair on fire (darn those 80s bangs!) and I had a habit of ringing the bell a little too loudly almost causing the poor elderly people in the front row to fall out of the pew.
Today has been somewhat of an adventure as well. Last week, we forgot L’s backpack for preschool and she’d had to use a plastic bag. This week, we made a point to make sure it was in the car. While I was strapping L in, I smelled something horrid but couldn’t quite figure out where it was coming from. It had rained on our trash so I thought it was just the garbage smells drifting over. When we arrived a school, I remembered to check her backpack to make sure it was empty. It sure wasn’t empty. My little nephew had been playing with it last week and apparently had left his sippy cup of chocolate milk in there. Which now had exploded sour milk all over the inside of her backpack. It was a lost cause. L had to use a plastic bag again and J and I made a trip over to Target to get her a new one. I felt I deserved a Starbucks even just to get the smell of sour milk out of my nose. We weren’t in the store 10 minutes before I dropped my coffee all over the floor in the middle of the electronics section. The sales lady was very nice about it, but I felt very bad. Like they really needed to have to clean up somebody’s mess in the middle of stocking the shelves. AND I lost my coffee. Sniff sniff. Hopefully the rest of the day perks up.