I love it when things work the way they’re supposed to. I’ve been having fits because my archives aren’t showing up – where do they go? So I bit the needle and headed into the help section of Blogger. It was actually helpful and now my archives are showing up again. I’m still waiting for the computer hookup to my brain stem so all I have to do is think something and it comes spewing up on the computer. Now that would be cool.

I decided today that I’m bored. When I’m at home, all I can think about is the stuff that I need to do at work. And when I’m at work, all I can think about is the stuff I need to do at home. I think it’s the lull before the storm. School starts on August 25 and I’m dreading all the commitments that will be rolling my way. There’s already uproar at the school where my kids go. Some parents are trying to get rid of the administrator (I think she’s terrific). I’ve been trying to keep my head stuck in the sand and hope it will blow over, but I don’t think I’m going to be that lucky. A couple of people got themselves elected to the school board simply so they could have the power to sack her. I just want everyone to act like an adult and stop whining. Seriously, if I hear one more parent say, “She hurt my feelings,” I’m going postal.

On the fiber note, my spinning guild meets this weekend. How lucky can I be to have crochet class last weekend and Spinner’s Flock this weekend. Wonder if I can talk Jillian into swinging by. (Are you listening?) I just might have to break out the long neglected wheel. Maybe spinning can get me over my summer slump.

Thanks Grandma!!

So, we’re watching a little TV last night and a commercial comes on for Pretty Woman. Not a bad movie, all in all, but my 8-year-old daughter looks up and says, “Oh, I’ve seen this movie before.”

I look over at my husband and ask, “Where?”

“At Grandma’s.” Now this movie is my mother-in-law’s favorite movie. Again, not a bad movie, but appropriate for an 8-year-old?

“Maddie,” I begin, “what does that woman do for a living?”

“She’s a hooker, mommie.”

At this point, I think my eyebrows were up somewhere around my hairline. “What does a hooker do?”

“Oh, she’s tries to get in people’s cars and give them directions and stuff like that.”

While I’m not interested in a debate about prostitution with my 8-year-old (did I mention, she’s 8?!?) I think she needs to know what it is and why it’s bad. I just didn’t feel up to it right then. What I did feel up to was bitching at my husband about the inappropriateness of his mother letting our daughter watch that movie. Fortunately, he felt the same way, so it really wasn’t much of an argument. Now what? My mother-in-law and I aren’t exactly the coziest of friends (despite the fact that she lives next door – within spitting distance as I am fond of saying). She doesn’t take my sort of constructive criticism very well. Short of never letting my daughter go over there unchaperoned (not an option) what do I do now?

There is no knitting going on at my house at the moment. I’m trying to shake some sort of allergy thing going on. I am looking through the Aran pattern books Jillian loaned to me and dreaming of my very own aran sweater. I must have marked about 100 stitches I liked – it should be an interesting sweater.

Two weeks Boss free!!!

That’s right, the boss left for 2 whole weeks. He took his family for their annual vacation to France. They left last evening. Of course this meant that I spent about an hour in his office before he ran out of here to go pack. He’s a surgeon and he’s been on call for the last 2 weeks (read: no time at home for almost 2 full weeks). We were sitting around yesterday after he left the office (at 4:00 pm) trying to imagine what his household would be like when he arrived home to pack for 2 weeks of travel and be out of the house by 6:00 pm. We laughed – a lot.

I’ve been knitting on my new Koigu socks. In my haste to get started, I didn’t measure my swatch as well as I should have (and of course, you remember, I ripped it out as soon as I had measured). And, I ran out of yarn in the first ball with only the toe decreases left. “No problem,” I think to myself, “I’ll just run over to the shop and get another skein.” A word of advice, you won’t remember the exact color of the yarn at home – you won’t. I bought what looked like the same color only to find that it’s darker (more navy than light blue). “Oh well,” I think, “it’s close enough.” I finished the first sock last night and tried it on. It’s about 1/2 inch too wide. Enough so that when I wear it, it will bug me. So, I’ll rip it back to the gusset decreases and begin again.

I also managed to get my yarn from Woodland Woolworks into balls. I tried to get some color cards to show you the colors, but came up with a big, fat zero. I’ll have to scan the yarn in. They are lovely colors, sholmit, night hawk, port wine, and a sort of greyed out yellow (I can’t remember the real name of the color – but it’s very pretty). This self-designed aran has been kicking around in the back of my head for several weeks and I think I’m ready to start messing around with patterns and swatches. I haven’t felt like tackling anything big right now (actually, I haven’t felt like tackling anything right now – thus the many half done projects laying around my house). Maybe it’s a knitting slump? School is starting on August 25, so there will be plenty of time spent waiting for dance class and hockey practice to be over; not to mention the cooler weather on its way.

I am in LOVE…

and I’m braving dial-up internet service to tell you about it. On the advice of Jillian, I tuned in to Bravo’s new show Queer Eye for the Straight Guy. (For 2 hours, and yes, I ignored my children to watch these 2 shows!) The premise, in case you aren’t aware, is that 5 gay men take on a straight guy’s life and inject, well, life. They make over his house, his wardrobe, his books/music, and his food.

I love Carson the fashion goddess best. He could say the bitchiest things with a smile – you gotta love that. He’s who I would be if I were a gay man.

I want them for myself – somehow, I don’t think 5 lesbians could come up with such a fabulous show.

One more thing, someone asked about the Regia sock yarn. It’s Regia 4 fadig, ringel color, 75% wool, 25% polyamid. The color is 5047 (sorry, no name on this ball band). I love these socks and just bough more Regia while at the yarn shop this morning. I had to have some that did the fair isle patterning.

Crochet class was a ball. I think I’m going to have to pay royalties to whoever came up with “my people.” These women are definitely my people. They are irreverant and loud and a scream to be with. Little quiet me just sat and took it all in – reveled in it actually. I’m the wall flower that sits and watches and never participates. It’s nice to be with the “in” crowd. I’m afraid you’ll have to look at everyone else’s blog for photos. I didn’t think to snag the digital before leaving work on Friday.

One word about crochet…fugly. A whole garment of it would be bulky and boardy. I think with sparing use, it will be a useful skill to have. I’m off to put the edge treatment on a long forgotten project – the Mountain Colors vest. Wish me luck.

Sock Frenzy

So I sat in my living room last night, waiting for the wrap up of the Tour de France on OLN and I was empty handed. I hate sitting with nothing to knit when I know I’m going to be in front of the TV for at least 2 hours. Okay, sure, I could have pulled out the seams on the Kandinsky Kimono, or the neckline on the Applegate Shirt, or fixed the screw up on the Vogue baby hat (more on that later), but that wouldn’t be nearly as much fun as something new!

I ran out to my fiber room in the garage and dove into the sock yarns bins. I thought I had some of that Regia yarn that makes fake fair isle patterns – nope. But I did find a lovely blue Koigu. Grabbed the swift and ran back inside. Koigu balls up into a very small ball! I kept thinking, “I’m never gonna get a whole sock out of that.” I have seen other people’s socks made from Koigu, so I know it’s possible – maybe I’ll make toe ups. Only if I can find a heel I like – I really love the regular old heel stitch. I did knit a gauge swatch, but pulled it out right after I measured it – paranoia.

The Vogue baby hat. It’s really lovely, the colors will work for a little girl, but I did switch it from flat knitting (garter stitch) to in the round. I didn’t like the way the yarn was bunching up on the side of the piece (5 different colors). Then I kept thinking about how a seam would feel on a tiny bald head. So I started over and once I got to the top, did the 3-needle bind off, without even thinking about it. Now take a look at the picture again

You see that cool 4-way triangle closure on the top of the hat? Imagine mine looking very much like a garter stitch envelope and see why the 3-needle bind off isn’t working for me. And I will honestly tell you that it took me 20 minutes of fiddling with the thing to realize what I had done wrong (it was one of my slow nights). In my defense, the directions are as clear as mud – big sigh. I’ll fix it this weekend. The baby was being induced today, I hope everything’s going well.

Crochet class tomorrow. I already have a crochet hook of the requisite size. I was pretty surprised at that. I bought it years ago to help me pick up dropped stitches and I’m amazed it still lives in my knitting box. A coupla hours with other knitting (and blogging) gals – woo hoo!!