Humble the Knitter in Five Easy Steps

Step One: Upon choosing the pattern one wishes to knit, one must read every part of the pattern, except the parts about finished measurements and gauge. One must be sure to hone in on the differences between the sizes, but ignore the actual sizes themselves.

Step Two: Using supreme mathmatical skills, one must add two cable repeats to said pattern using this logic – There are three sizes, each one cable more than the last. The largest size is 2 sizes smaller than needed, therefore, one must add two cables.

Step Three: Ignoring all nagging doubts and misgivings, one must cast on and begin to knit. One must never stop to check her gauge. One must never double check the finished measurements. Rather, now is the time to knit blindly while watching a movie.

Step Four: After days and days of knitting stockinette stitch in the round, after using two balls (this would be half of the yarn purchased for this project, of course), finally begin the armhole shaping and start working back and forth across the front…… which happens to be NINETEEN INCHES ACROSS. (keep in mind, this is for an eight year old boy…)

Step Five: Blinking back the tears, realize one must refer back to the pattern. The painful truth will slowly creep into ones mind. Given ones gauge (which, of course, is off. By a lot), and the finished measurements of the largest size, one realizes that the largest size is adequate and no fancy math was needed after all.

There you have it folks. The knitter is completely reduced to a pile of blubbering hopelessness, the knitted “garment” must be frogged post-haste, and the poor child for whom the sweater was intended must wait that much longer for his promised prize.

The cure? Dishrags. I needed some new ones anyway….

Knitting Poetry, the Third

From Me to You

I made this little thing for you

With two sticks and some string

I worked on it for quite some time

It’s a very special thing


Choosing a pattern took awhile

But I finally found the one

It spoke of you and begged to be

Given to you when it was done


The yarn is precious and very soft

No acrylic for you, my dear

If you take care and treat it right

It will last you many a year


But, do not fear to put it to use

Enjoy it all the more

I would rather see it worn threadbare

Than forgotten in your drawer


This gift of love from me to you

Is more than yarn in knots

In every stitch there is the thought

“I love you lots and lots!”

The Perks that Come With the Job

As a mother, I experience many perks that come with my chosen occupation. These are just a few:

1) The many opportunities to see the world through a child’s eyes. “Mama! Look at the grass sprouts! Wow! Aren’t they beautiful!” The world is amazing, and my kids don’t let me forget it.

2) To be witness to the kind of faith and innocence that believes that a bandaid can “fix” a dead frog.

3) Companions are everywhere. If I want to play a game, read a story, take a nap, go for a walk, show off something I made… I always have a willing audience, an eager buddy, a partner in every activity. (This can also be seen as a disadvantage, but, today, it is a perk.) I love these little guys and how they want to do things with me all the time.

4 Faithful heaters in the cold. A kid on a lap, a baby strapped to my chest, someone piggyback – in the cold weather, there is no better heating system than a child in the arms.

5) Small knitting.

Oh, and  6) goofy people in the background of every picture. That is another great perk!

The Yoked Cardigan by Hannah Fetig in Malabrigo Worsted Sobotosque. I have a few things to say about this knit here on my Rav project page.

Enthusiastic Homeschool

I recently read this post by a wonderful homeschooling mom, Audaciter Matris. Go ahead. Read it. I’ll wait.

Good, right? I mean, after homeschooling for four years, it is fun to remember the excitement that I once felt as a newbie. When my system was still in flux, when I wasn’t totally sold on this idea or that. When it was all fresh and unknown.

Going into my fifth year is interesting in a new way. I have finally found what works for us after trying different things for four years. I have tried so many methods, every year starting a new book or a new schedule. I have given up on most everything that I have tried. I figure that if I am bored teaching something after only a few weeks, then the kids must be barely surviving!

But, this year, I think that I have got it down. This year, I am doing what we did last year. For the first  time, I am entering a school year with confidence. Last year, we tried out some things and they worked so well that we can repeat them this year. It is a cool thing to know what we are doing, to know that we will enjoy it. is the main thing. We are on year four, and we love it this year as we have in years past. (Right now we are working our way through, “George Washington’s World” by Genieveve Foster. Awesome!)

Homeschooling is a journey, and I am sure that it will change again. Soon, the big kids and the little kids will have to be separated and I will be teaching two classes. As learning styles demand new methods or our lifestyle changes and takes us down new paths, we will adjust and continually search for what works for us.

But, for now, I am thankful to have found what works for us in this season, at this time. It isn’t as exciting or as thrilling as those first few years of daring and exploration, but rather, it is cozy and comfortable. For this year, anyway…

The Sweet Scent of Mama

A friend of mine told me once that she had worn the same cologne for years and years. She said that she wanted her kids to associate that scent with herself, wherever they went. I thought that was a lovely sentiment. I have yet to do such a beautiful thing… intentionally.

I thought of this last night as I was putting away my Wispy Cardi (which I wear all the time! it is so soft). As I shook it out, the lovely scent of wool and woolwash wafted up into my face.

I wonder if my kids will forever think of me when they smell wool.

And, so I think that I will continue to buy Soak flora and wash my woolie’s in that. A lovely scent to be connected to.

It’s better than smelling like sheep.