Abby’s Dream Come True

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Abby’s Dream Sweater in Dream in Color Smooshy (Ruby River, Green Lantern, Visual Purple and Buttercup)

Three things about this sweater.

1. Collaborating with my daughter was so fun. I can’t wait to do it again. And it was awesome to see her face when I presented her the finished product. She said it is exactly what she pictured. Score!

2. Still need buttons. I am thinking little pearl buttons that will fit in the weave of the button band. I didn’t put holes.

3. I learned through this project (among other things) that I don’t know how to do intarsia. It was  a poor attempt and I can see lots of flaws. I think I need to take a class or something. I am a self taught knitter, but I can tell I taught myself this technique wrong.

So, there it is. Success. 🙂

This Moment – Peek a Boo

A Friday* ritual inspired by SouleMama. A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.

*I realize I am posting this on a Thursday, but I currently don’t know what tomorrow will bring, so I am planning ahead.

Have a fabulous weekend! 🙂

Finished

When one casts on project after project with sweet abandon (as I have a tendency to do), one finds themselves in long periods of not getting anything done. But a deadline is a deadline and I hate to be late. So last night, I decided it was time to get this one done. I may have stayed up later than I should have. I may have watched too many episodes of Smallville. I may have to take a nap today.

But it is finished.

The Baby Shower Knit Together Blanket in Knit Picks Comfy Worsted

I have three things to say about this:

1. This was harder than I anticipated. There were no two blocks of the same shape and size, but I had planned for that by getting a springy yarn that I could stretch as needed. But, having never put together a blanket before, it was a new experience and a real challenge making it look right.

2. It is small. It measures 21″x 34″. I was going to put a big, fat border around it to make it bigger, or I even thought of knitting around each peice to make them all uniform. But, the Mama wanted it small. And the yarn really is stretchy. It will probably end up being perfect to wrap a tiny baby in.

3. Only one guest in twelve  did not participate. There is a square from the Grandma, two great aunts, two aunts, the Mama, and lots of friends. It is such a treasure, I am honored to deliver it to her. I hope she likes it as much as I do!

Surprise!

Before you ask…

No. We didn’t “plan” it.

Yes. We do know what causes it.

We have five. This makes six. And it’s probably not the last. We like our kids.

I’m due in the Spring.

No, I didn’t change my mind about homebirth. And, yes, I want to go unassisted again. Thank you for your concern.

I am thrilled, of course! A little shocked, but thrilled. (Marc is, too.)

Haven’t barfed yet, but it is still early. I expect that any day now I will be lying on the couch, hugging my barf pan. Not feeling too hot, but I got dressed today.

The kids are rooting for a brother, but we all know how good we Jacksons are at making girls, so….

New Knitters are Adorable (and Weird Sleeve Issues)

A beginning knitter is an adorable thing, especially when said knitter is five years old. Eager to begin her second knitting project, Beka asked if she could use some of my yarn. After a moment of panic (not the Malabrigo!!!!) I said yes (of course. Get her hooked, keep her hooked). We approached the stash together, she with eyes aglow and I with my heart in my throat. Would she take the Dream in Color Classy (for which I have no plans, but it is so beautiful!) or the Madelintosh Eyre (same as before, only more beautiful). She looked it all over and declared she wanted blue. “Which blue?” I asked. “What are you going to make?” “A scarf for Stone (her cousin),” she said. And then she reached in, past the Louisa Harding Grace (which I do have plans for), past the Schafer Yarns Miss Priss (I know I bought this for something. Now, what was it?) and she grabbed this:

“Stone will love these colors!” She declared happily. I cast on twenty stitches and she has been knitting ever since. That is fine. The last thing this house needs is another yarn snob. I will teach her about yarn selection when she can buy her own stash! 🙂

Now, about my knitting. I thought I was so smart, didn’t I? I even bragged about how I was “guaranteeing” a set of sleeves for Abby’s sweater. Well, second sleeve knit and blocked looked like this :

Now, before any one asks, Abby has two extremely similar arms, possibly identical. And, yes, I took copious notes while knitting the first sleeve. Copious. So, what went wrong? I spent all day wondering that. I counted the rows on each sleeve. Identical. I checked my gauge on each sleeve. Identical. This is just too weird. Finally, I decided that I would knit a third sleeve and hope to get a pair. It was a painful decision. If the sweater had been for me, it would have been frogged and forgotten. But, Abby’s sweet blue eyes asking me, “When, Mama? When will my sweater be done? Oh, I can’t wait to see it!” were enough to keep me going.

Strangely enough, when I went in to unpin it, I found that while drying, it shrank back down to the size I had intended! (I had only pinned the cuff) Amazing! Never one to look a gift horse in the mouth I have started the body of the sweater and I’m not looking back! Yeehaw! This is fun, after all!

That’s My Girl!

A while back, I blogged about my five year old who learned to knit [here]. She has worked on and off since then on her first project, a scarf. I had my doubts as to whether she would finish it…

Beka learned to bind off yesterday.

She is so proud. I am so proud.

Then, she said something wonderful. “Mama! I still have yarn leftover! I can make another one!”

That’s my girl!

Invasion

Every year, something new prevents me from having the garden of my dreams. First it was poor soil, then the gophers, and then the deer. I would fix one problem only to encounter another. Meet this years menace:

The tomato horn worm. Icky. So, when Noah asked how he could earn some money before we go into town tomorrow, I told him I would pay him per worm to pick them off my tomato plants. The boy made $1.25 and got a jar full of pets…

I will never understand boys… Anyway, he had them until he showed Papa, who insisted that they  immediately be fed to the chicken. (Yes, chicken. Singular. We have one lunatic chicken, who fortunately for me, loves to eat tomato horn worms. It almost makes up for her not laying eggs.)

Noah was okay with that. There will be more tomorrow. It is an invasion, I tell you! It will be a miracle if I get any tomatoes at all.

All photos (except the first one) were taken by my little seven year old photographer, Noah.