I’ve been asked by many of my customers if I have a Facebook page. I don’t. Or rather I didn’t. My girls talked me into letting them set up a personal page? account? Whatever it’s called. I rarely use it. I can’t for the life of me see that anything in my life is really that interesting that most people would want to read about it. The few people who I know that are interested in the mundane happenings of my life I talk to regularly. I realize this makes me sound even “cooler” than I probably already do. Another large part of my ambivalence is I’m extremely un-tech savvy. (Is that a word?) I have no problem sending email, updating my blog, or any of the other basic skills that are standard issue for most kindergarteners.these days. Once we move beyond that… well it’s a different story. So since Isabelle decided Sunday morning that 4:45 am was a fine time to start her I day, (after all the birds are up aren’t they?) I with my sleep fuzzy brain felt this would be a fine time to tackle Facebook. Here is my progress so far Cowgirlknits on facebook. Now if I can figure out how to add a link to my blog. Just to prove my point the link is not working, but how hard can it be to find?
On a more comfortable note, I decided to add some new types of yarn to my line. The first type is a chunky merino hand spun look yarn. It’s super soft and I was really happy how it dyed up.
I’ll make a confession here, I actually bought it to knit up this little sweater for Isabelle, but after I saw how it dyed up I felt guilty. I’ve already ordered more and can’t wait to dye it up. I still plan to knit this sweater, it just looks adorable!
Well at least my new version of normal. Gone are the days of doing mostly what I want when I want (albeit around my teenage girls, work, and Craig). After 9 almost 10 months of “new” motherhood I feel like we’ve turned a corner. Isabelle is sleeping through the night, napping on her own, eating solid food, and nursing about half as often as she was a month ago.
I am taking full advantage of all my “free” time. In the past week I have planted all my baskets and containers, weeded my porch garden, gone for a ride on my horse with my girls, (the first in 18 months), dyed 15 skeins of yarn, and made Isabelle 3 skirties.
Even with all the extra demands of an infant I can honestly say we are having a blast. I don’t know if it’s the fact that we are older or that we only have one little one, but this time around we are marveling at each new milestone. And sharing all her delightful antics with anyone and everyone who will listen. To Craig’s absolute delight she loves, loves, loves anything with wheels. When she hears the four-wheeler start-up her legs start going and she squeals in delight. I have been known to track down the person on the 4-wheeler to take her for a ride, because she is so worked up. This past weekend Craig brought home the tractor-backhoe from work. He said it was to do some clean-up around the farm, but I honestly believe it was to take Isabelle for a ride. She spent about 4 hours off and on in it and couldn’t have been happier. Ashlyn also got to drive and move dirt. (she is now rethinking her hairdressing career, maybe playing with big equipment all day would be more fun).
I love to knit. This isn’t a secret. Knitting is something that keeps my hands busy. I knit while I’m nursing, while I’m watching tv, or anytime I’m not doing something active. It fills a lot of my down time. I have been working on leg warmers for Isabelle. They are my second pair. I use them a lot when we go for walks.
Little leg warmers
They are taking waaayy more time than they should. This is because I have done something to my neck/shoulder/arm. This has been going on for about 2 weeks and it’s not getting any better. I’m slathering on icyhot, and aspercream stretching it out applying warm rice bags, taking ibuprofen and anything else I can think of. I should probably go see someone, but when the inevitable question comes up “how did you do this?” I don’t have an answer, let alone a “cool” answer. The last time I was hurt I was starting/breaking my mare. Kinda cool. This time the reason is something to do with holding the baby and knitting. Not at all exciting. I’ve thought of making up an injury. Spelunking in Mexico, snowboarding in Colorado, cave diving, anything but, well nothing. After all who gets a knitting injury, other than maybe sitting on a double point needle. Been there done that. (I did not seek medical attention for that one).
So now the thing that fills up most of my down time is on the sidelines and trying to figure out how to fill in that time. Any ideas?
I’m still here! Contrary to what it might look like, I have not fallen off the face of the earth. So this is what happened. Back in October I was spending so much time nursing the wee one, and feeling unproductive. I decided to do something about that. It has been pointed out to me that giving life and sustaining that life is a productive use of ones time, but still, I decided it wasn’t enough soooooo, I started another Etsy shop WeeWoolieKnitz. This has been quite a bit of fun, albeit hectic through the holidays. Now it’s evened out a bit so I’ll try to post more regularly.
As babies will do Isabelle has been growing like a weed. At 6 months she is still a little mite, 13lbs 05oz. She makes up for her small size in personality.
Hanging out with daddy. I believe Craig enjoyed it as much/more than Isabelle!
She loves to “talk” and makes sure that we all know her feelings on… well, everything. Between Craig, the girls and myself she gets what I’m sure is more attention than she should. Physically she is learning to sit up unassisted, but will topple over if she forgets to concentrate. Rolling over is a favorite and makes diaper changing a challenge. She loves her jumperoo, and since our weather is beginning to soften we have been able to get out for some walks in her new stroller.
This makes me extremely happy. I am craving the exercise. Some women can give birth and look fantastic afterwards, I sadly am not one of them. My body is soft and mushy and looks like I just had a baby. While I’m sure my babies love the pillowy feel, I do not. The reality of my new body was driven home when we decided to take a mini-vacation to a waterpark.
I thought of deleting myself out of this but, decided a dose of reality is good for the soul. The wave pool was a big hit with all the girls.
Lots of knitting has been getting done, though most of it has been hats. I made A sweet jumper and leg warmers. I’ll take pics and post it soon.
I’ve been having way to much fun with little projects. Making me feel productive and giving me a good chuckle to boot. Issy’s hands are always cold so Ashlyn talked me into making her a pair of mittens. The results are too cute for words. Wee Mitts are posted on my pattern page.
I also made a matching pair of “shoes” from Saartje’s Bootees.
Hats have been on the needles as well. This is from my stash, it’s a box hat. Just a side note. It’s remarkably difficult to get a good picture of both the baby and the hat while trying to hold the camera and the squirming infant who is desperately trying to get back into my arms.
How can you not adore that face?!!
And this is from my hand painted organic merino. These last two I decided to put on my etsy shop. I also started a pumpkin hat that I hope to finish before her Dr. appointment tomorrow. Pics to come:)
Believe it or not these were the best two pictures out of no less than twenty five. She obviously has no regard for the knitted arts.
New dyes and rovings put to good use
I love to get mail, well maybe not bills, ok definitely not bills. But packages are great, and this week kinda felt like Christmas. It all started with my box from Motherwear. I believe I’ve mentioned my dislike loathing for shopping, you couple that with an infant who has similar opinions on car riding, and hitting the mall has about as much appeal as a barefoot trek through the Himalayas. Even in the best of times I will put off shopping until my attire is on the verge of a public offense. I realized I had again hit that point when we decided to visit some friends and all I could find to wear left me looking more like a homeless person than a reasonably functional adult . I’m not looking the greatest right now as it is. I’m tired, my face seems to think it is going through a second puberty, and my body, well lets just say that having a baby after 40 and having it be your fifth means recovering your preconception figure is going to take a considerably longer time than it did when you were in your twenties. This means that the only thing I can really control are my clothes. So shopping I must go. My jeans actually fit. All right so they are a little snug over my baby bulge, but close enough that at least I don’t have to go jean shopping, which in my personal opinion is almost as bad as bathing suit shopping. An activity best prepared for with a few stiff drinks, an anti-depressant, and an appointment with your counselor. So really all I need to get are tops. I need tops that offer two things A). easy nursing access, and B). good, discreet coverage. I’m tickled pink with my order and also with the fact I didn’t have to hit the mall to get them. This is my kind of shopping.
My next packages arrived on the same day. A Big box full of rovings and dye to dye the big box of rovings. This means that if Issy cooperates I can get back to dyeing my yarns and fiber a couple of times a week like I did before hurricane Isabelle arrived.
On that very same day I received an email letting me know that my yarn (that I ordered in the beginning of September) has finally been released from customs. It will be arriving late this week or early next week. Now I’m all for national security but how in the name of all things woolly can yarn look in any way like a national threat. It’s soft and squishy with a lovely earthy scent, how long could it possibly take to determine that if it looks like yarn and smells like yarn it probably is yarn. Approximately 29 days that’s how long. But I digress, so I now have that long overdue desperately needed package to look forward to.
All children are unique and a true blessing. That said I kinda wish some features came standard on newborns. For instance sleeping mostly through the night. A block of uninterrupted sleep puts a whole different perspective on the day. When you can actually comprehend what someone is saying to you, and not just see their lips moving and vaguely wonder if they are speaking English or a foreign tongue, but basically not caring either way. Another bonus feature would be to enjoy riding in the car. I know most babies do, but mine did not come with this option standard. This makes going anywhere difficult a living hell. We have a 20+ minute ride to go anywhere. She can do maybe 5 minutes. That leaves 15+ minutes of ear-splitting, teeth rattling screeching. She was blessed with a remarkable set of pipes. This means I limit our outings to Dr. appointments and times when the walls start closing in on me. When we do venture out what used to be a simple trip to the store now takes about 3 hours. (seriously)
I’m trying to use all this home time to best advantage. I have mentally redecorated my living room, numerous times. I’m catching up on my reading, but that too requires a trip to the library. Mostly since we still spend so much time nursing, I’m exploring Ravelries fantastic pattern collection. There are patterns for every conceivable project one would ever feel compelled to make. Since my knitting time is still in short supply, my fantasy knitting life is in full swing. And let me tell you what an accomplished knitter I am in this life. Not only do I crank out the requisite cold weather woollens for my family, but my mother has two intricate lace shawls for Christmas, Alexandra has a new Debbie Bliss cabled cardigan (knitted on size 4 needles) that she will treasure for eternity, (and then hand down to her children thus becoming a family heirloom) and Craig has a Fair Isle sweater that encompasses all the love and devotion that went into each tiny size 2 stitch. And since he is color blind he doesn’t even mind the wee bit of purple I put in to make it “pop”.
At least all this time at home isn’t being wasted.