Archive for May, 2010

Snow, swelling, and socks

Let me first say,”I love the great state of Wisconsin.” I love the rolling farmlands, the abundant wildlife, the varied seasons, and many , many, more fabulous amenities. What i do not so much care for is the fact that snow has occurred every month of the year except August. I can usually put this out of my mind, but occasionally in creeps back in, like it did last Friday. I was happily dyeing away when I glanced out the window and much to my horror,SNOW!! It came down off and on until it finally changed to all snow. In the end we had way to many  inches of a very heavy, wet mess. The electric went out briefly and we had to shovel off the porch. Even the dogs were disgusted.

From that we have gone to temps in the high 70’s to mid 80’s. That my friend is quite a shock to the system.  Not to mention my very pregnant feet, who revolted at the fact that I decided to take advantage of the finally warm weather and get my garden up to snuff. They promptly expanded to twice their original size. I couldn’t even get my flip-flops on for heaven’s sake. Did I fail to mention that they started their race to out measure my calves at my knitting meeting at Barnes and Nobles. Try getting out of there bare-foot (and pregnant) with your dignity intact.  I will forever hold firmly to my delusion belief that I pulled it off with dignity and grace.

So fresh from that experience I have decided that pacing myself is a good plan for the next 8 weeks. I’ve been busy catching up on my knitting projects. I finished the Kanoko pants I love these so much I wanted a sweater to match, so I’ve started that. I”ll post that pattern when I have it done. I plan to use these to bring baby-boo home from the hospital. Than I got the leg, and started the heel flap on my as-of-yet unnamed sock. This will also be posted when I finish it also. It’s a fairly simple pattern, with a four row repeat, but has the added appeal of looking more difficult than it is.  You gotta love that.



My funk has been replaced with a desire drive to declutter/organize everything in my house. What is it about being pregnant and getting ready for a baby that makes us want to clean/organize  everything? I can see getting baby clothes washed. The nursery painted and freshened up. But lets face it I’m pretty sure the organization of all our winter clothes does not in any way impact the quality of life for any newborn. Since I have been off for 7 months now ( good grief no wonder I’m going batty!) my house is in pretty good order. This, however, is in no way stopping the urge to get organized before the baby comes. I’m even going through Craig’s’ clothes. It’s a good thing too. If someone could please explain one of the great mysteries of the world to me I would forever be in your debt. For the life of me I can’t understand why men feel the perverse need to hang on to every article of clothing they have ever owned from jr. high until the present day. Yet they will complain about how they have no room to store anything and yes they did go through their stuff when I was making the last trip to goodwill. This is a definite genetic trait. When my son was 13 I was folding laundry and found a couple of pair of boys underwear that looked to small to fit anyone in the house. My first thought was that maybe one of the kids had brought home a stray child or two and I just hadn’t noticed. (With four kids and all their collective friends anything is possible) I brought them in to ask Jacob about them. He looked at me like I was nuts, of course they were his, and they still fit for heavens sakes! Fitting is apparently a matter of opinion. These particular pair of undies were so stretched out the waistband looked like a ruffle had been applied and the… umm… business area, well lets just say that a lot of growth takes place between 4 years of age and adolescents.

That’s a long story to say that I know this is not just Craig who feels the need to keep everything from puberty onward. So I went through and filed (read trashed) unworn, tattered, or outdated items . Until I came to the shorts I thought had hoped and prayed and mercifully blocked from my mind the existence of these things. These shorts are only shorts in the barest sense of the word. He made them himself, he’s ever so proud of letting you know that fact. So basically he took a pair of jeans and cut hacked off the legs. Not even with scissors, mind you, but with a box cutter. These shorts are sooooooo short that not only do the front pockets hang out, so does everything else God has graced him with.

And he doesn’t get it. Shorts are supposed to be short he says. When I first met him these were what he was wearing. It’s a sight I have never forgotten. Luckily his sister shoed him back into the house to change, and he returned in a full length pair of jeans. I’m not sure I would have been able to get through dinner. Obviously he has many, many other fine qualities that I was at some point, able to put the shorts out of my mind. It took a little while.

When I found them yesterday, my first thought was to just throw them out, but I have learned the hard way that  things reappear. My next was to bury them somewhere, but with the dogs, well its just not a sure bet. So I settled on the obvious, take a picture, then I’ll burn them. To extreme you may think, well I see it as my only hope. There is the social and mental well-being of five lovely young women/girls at stake. Should they at some point witness their father/stepfather in these, (again I’m searching for the word) thong/short, (shong, thort??) the out come would be devastating. So burn them I have and the safety/ well-being of our progeny is ensured.

And the Winner Is….

The Cowgirlknitz fiber/yarn contest has ended. The winner of the contest is Carmela from BC Canada. She has chosen 3 sock yarns that she likes. So I’m going to pick one and send it to her. Her choices are:

I posted her yarn today, so she will be receiving it soon. Congratulations Carmela!! Thanks again to everyone who participated. I really enjoyed all your comments.