I have a tendency to be, shall we say, overoptimistic about the number of projects I can complete in a given lifetime period. Indeed, my husband some would declare with great certainty might suggest that I am something of a Pollyanna in this respect. Fools, I say. Naysayers! Bastards! I will not let you get me down!
As of the end of May, I had the following projects gathering various amounts of dust percolating along:
(1) A cute little folk angel that has no particular deadline, and that I just enjoy stitching.
(2) A rather elaborate dragon that I intend for Andy, providing he still thinks dragons are cool when I finish it. Original finish goal: Christmas 2005. Current goal: Sometime before Andy goes to college.
(3) A pair of socks for my mother in law (the ones pictured in the previous post).
At that time, I had the following looming over me in the wings:
(1) An Afghan for my mother in law. Due date: ages and ages ago. The socks are an attempt to throw her off the scent.
(2) A cross-stitched Christmas stocking for Owen. Adorable Mary Englebreit design. Due date: Christmas 2002, and each successive Christmas thereafter. Andy has an adorable hand-stitched Christmas stocking, and I can't leave Owen out.
So, here it is in mid-June. I have finished my mother-in-law's socks (they'll go in the mail soon, I promise), and I have started the afghan:
(Why yes, that is the most boring picture of knitting ever. How kind of you to notice!). However, I have also started:
(1) A pair of socks for Andy, for his birthday. How could I not? His birthday is July 1st, and there is sock yarn that stripes up like the American flag! Thank goodness his feet are still small.
(2) A sweater for me: Green Gable, which is actually berry-colored, in my version. It's been started and ripped back, so I have no progress to show.
(3) Remodeling the downstairs bathroom:
Any sane person would stop now, right? She would take herself firmly in hand and say something like, "No more projects for you, little missy, until you've cleaned up this mess you've made."
I am not, however, a sane person (nor am I in the habit of calling myself "little missy"). I am a person with a decidedly insane desire to knit a log cabin blanket, a la the lovely ladies over at Maxon Dixon Knitting. I have a fabulous idea for a spiral log cabin design done in blues with a center red square. It will be gorgeous. If I ever finish it.
This desire was under control until I found this: a log cabin knitalong. That pretty much did me in, and I spent most of yesterday afternoon searching for appropriate yarn. Projected knitalong start date is July 1. Projected finish date is the twelfth of Never.
The pattern is the basic sock pattern from Cat Bordhi's marvelous book. The yarn is Knit Picks "Sock Garden" in hydrangea, which they evidently do not sell any more.
Here's a better shot of the color:
I'm not too keen on how the striping turned out. I think I would like it better if I had used some kind of chevron-type pattern, to break up the strong horizontal stripes, which I think is a consequence of the strong colors.
Alas, no pictures of cute boys playing basketball. The cute boy under my jurisdiction refused to participate. He was quite amiable about it, but he was nevertheless adamant. I don't think I can quite articulate how disheartening this was; the basketball thing is supposed to help Owen with his social skills by allowing him to participate in an activity where speech ability is not key. I really needed this to work for him; I needed a little ray of hope, and I didn't get it.
All is not lost--we'll try again next week. Chuck will take him, on the theory that he is less cuddly and thus Owen may be more willing to leave his side.
I seem to recall promising pictures of knitted things and cute kids in knitted things. And also my garden. Hmmm. Here's my story, and I'm sticking to it...
I went to Atlanta on Saturday for a visit with the Ghetto Stitching Floss Lickers (really, don't ask unless you already know). I arrived with a Cute Knitted Thing, i.e., a frog hat (to make: follow Stephanie's directions using an appropriately froggy color. Add white puff balls (I stole mine from the kids' stash) with black buttons for eyes, and embroider on a mouth (mine was crooked, which I declared "charming")). The hat was originally intended for Luke, with whose Mommy I had planned to spend the night before the get-together. Alas, Luke's Mommy had to attend to her ailing grandmother, so I just drove down to Atlanta on Saturday. I arrived and, while chatting with Cris's very cute daughter Scarlett, I learned that the latter is very fond of frogs.
Well. Suffice it to say that I need to knit a new hat for Luke. But, because I left the camera in freaking Greenville (after spending Friday evening baking goodies and muttering "don't forget the camera, don't forget the camera"), I do not have a picture of a Cute Kid in a Knitted Thing.
As for pictures of knitted things generally, I finished my mother in law's socks last week, and y'all are entitled to pictures of those, too. But you're not getting them today, because even though I remembered to put the socks in my knitting bag, and the camera in my purse, I have not yet managed to get my purse and my knitting bag within a five foot radius of myself at the same time. So, there goes that.
As for the garden, you're going to have to wait. Everybody chez Small was deathly ill with a stomach bug yesterday. I didn't have the strength to venture outside, much less take pictures.
You may get lucky tomorrow. I have the camera in the purse, and Owen starts his basketball minicamp tonight. So, you may get pictures of cute kids running around with basketballs.
For some reason, I seem to go through periods where I just don't feel like blogging much. And ironically, they seem to happen when I'm least stressed out about work. Or maybe that's not ironic at all. Can't face the pile on your desk? Turn left 90 degrees and write a blog entry, complete with pictures that you have to upload and everything!
And then Bryan died, and I've been trying to figure out what to write about it, and I just can't. The sudden death of a young man with a wife and small child hits much too close to home. As I grieve for my friend, who is now facing a life completely different than the one she woke up to ten days ago, I am acutely aware how perilously close we all are to the same thing.
Well, shoot. I thought I was ready to be cheerful again, and here I am mulling about death. Sorry 'bout that; I guess I'm still processing it.
I'm headed off for Atlanta tomorrow for a long-awaited visit with some friends. When I return, there will be PICTURES! Of knitted stuff! And of the tomato plants that ate Cleveland (or at least a portion of my back yard)! And of cute children! If they will hold still for two seconds!