I Hate it When That Happens!

Yarn Barf

But, on a happy note – That, my friends, is ball number 9. Today is day 9 of the project. So far, I am keeping up with my ball-a-day goal. Plus it is starting to look like I am going to have a lot of yarn left over – big surprise, I know. I am really excited, though, because I am thinking that this yarn would make adorable longies for the little one.


20 Down, 20 To Go

That’s right, folks – this baby is halfway cooked!

The worst is behind me. The morning sickness, the endless vomiting, the feeling nasty all the time – it’s all in the past. I have even gotten my anemia under control already. Sure, there is still heartburn and backaches and fatigue, and don’t forget the varicose veins, but at least now I get the pleasure of feeling the little kicks and bumps of new life within my womb.

It is those little movements that I find so amazing. You see, the more pregnancies that I have, the more the whole thing looses it’s novelty. I am somewhat “over” the thrill of being pregnant, and all the little milestones don’t do it for me anymore. But, one thing never gets old and that is the thought that there is a little person in there. A new little baby with it’s own heartbeat, mind and will is squirming around inside of my belly. I am God’s incubator. And that is awesome!

So, at five months, I am feeling pretty good. I need to start knitting for this little one, because then I can start to get excited about having another baby around. Only 20 more weeks to go. Yeehaw!


Last year I found this great little widget for my sidebar, the Knitmeter. It is there now. It is way cool. Every time I knit up a skien of yarn, I enter the yardage at Knitmeter.com (which even keeps track of yardage per project), and, Voila!, a running total of how much I am knitting.

Last year the grand total was 6.79 miles. That is .59 miles a month. I thought that was pretty impressive and was really quite proud of myself.

On January 1st, it reset itself to zero.

Look at how much I have knit in January. Go ahead, look.

That’s right. In less than a month, I have knit 1.38 miles! And I still have five days left (in which I had hoped to knit a ball a day on the Man’s sweater)!

Knitmeter.com Check it out. It is pretty groovy.


I mentioned recently that the hubby’s hours got cut this month. We got the first paycheck since the change and, OUCH, it hurt. Times are tough. It seems like they keep getting tougher. We cinch up our belts a bit, and then a little bit more. Then, just when we think we are as tight as we can get, we are forced to get even tighter.

This time, I was almost despondent. How are we going to make it? What else can we do without? The kids eat more and more and grow out of their clothes – we should be increasing our income at a time like this.

But, I held my tongue. I smiled at The Man. I said we could make it work. Even though I didn’t know how.

I try not to get too preachy on this blog. It is a knitting blog, after all, with occasional forays into homeschooling and large family life. But, I have to give credit where credit is due. God is our provider. And, he doesn’t give His children junk. When we have relied on Him, we have never been disappointed. He always comes through. And He comes through big.

First, we were given a bunch of food from Trader Joe’s. When we needed food He gave us what I would have bought myself. He not only gave, He gave good.

Then, Abby and I were able to get much needed shoes yesterday. Good shoes, better than the old shoes. Not just make-do shoes, but quality shoes. He not only provided, He provided good.

Why was I afraid? Why do I fret? When I have a Father God who has never let us go hungry, never made us do without, never left us desolate? God is our provider. There is none better.

Jehova Jirah, my Provider, His grace is sufficient for me.

End of sermon.

It’s About Time

Twelve years, two months ago I married the man of my dreams.

I have yet to knit him a sweater (that he can wear…. but we won’t bring up that blue nightmare of knitted good intentions… ).

Until now.

In my defense, it took him a looooong time to pick out a sweater that he liked. Years. Then he picked this one from Vintage Knitspicture from the book

Jarret, a classic, tweedy sweater done in a now-discontinued yarn – and he wants it exactly like the picture.

So, then I took a long time deliberating over yarns before I finally landed on Knit Picks City Tweed in Chipmunk.

It’s pretty close, albeit a bit darker, but, oh so soft, yet with a very rustic look to it.

I ordered* 16 balls (each are 123 yards) and figure if I can knit one ball a day I should have it done in time his birthday (on February 11th) with a few days to spare.

This weekend I got the back piece done. Three balls down, thirteen to go.

And, the man, is watching it grow in my lap like one of the kids – “Is that my sweater? What part is that? Hold it up again?”

He is getting a sweater knit with love and wool and speed.

It’s about time.


*ordered last year – I was trying to get it done for Christmas, but as you know, my knitting plans were put on hold for a time. 🙂

Whirl of a Wisp

Wren – I don’t think you read my blog, but today is not the day to start. Kindly refrain. See you Saturday! Shelly

The Whirl of a Wisp experiment has come to a lovely end. I am glad to have it done in time to give it to the sis for her birthday on Saturday. Here are some pictures to prove two things – 1) I can knit whatever I want! and 2) I am not a model. (In my defense, the sun was in my eyes and I had all the little people asking, “Can I take pictures, Mama?”)

Now for the knitterly details. ( I love this part)

This is less of the Wispy than I thought that it would be. When I started, I cast on and began as if I was making a Wispy, but pulled it out when I decided to taper the sleeves. So, I started again, with a provisional cast on, and slowly increased to the armpit, resuming the Wispy pattern, I worked across the back and just mirrored the second sleeve to the first.

The Whirligig influence was heavy as I got to the cuff of the second sleeve – I just put the cabled ribbing and seed stitch ruffle at the end of the arm. Then, I went back to the beginning, picked up the provisional stitches and repeated the process.

At this point, I had a Wispy back with tapered sleeves and Whirligig ruffles.

Picking up the stitches along the bottom of the back edge was the next task, after which I just did another cabled ribbing/seed stitch ruffle to match the cuffs.

Returning to the Wispy pattern, I picked up the edge stitches up the right front, around the back of the neck, and down the left side for a 2×2 rib collar.

Voila! The Whirl of a Wisp.

Now, the real test comes. Will a fashion savvy fifteen year old wear it? We shall find out soon enough. (And, you know, even if she hates it and it dies a sad death in the back of her closet, I think I’d be okay. I really did this for me – the thrill of a challenge, the puzzle to solve, the creativity that sometimes runs amok in my mind! It was a very satisfying project, even if it isn’t the treasured gift that I hope it is.)


Tonight, as the Man and I sat together and watched a little Lord of the Rings, eating chocolate ice cream, I worked on my Whirl of a Wisp and he cleaned his gun.

That word picture, while true, is also an incredibly accurate picture of who we are, by the way.

Out of the blue, he turns to me and asks me, “Do you have any string?”

Maybe I don’t knit too much after all…

The Tooth Fairy Redeems Herself

When Beka lost another tooth yesterday morning, she was so excited that she put it directly under her pillow.

Then, we did a major room cleaning in which we organized drawers, threw away tons of old junk – ahem, toys -, and stripped the bed to wash the sheets.

It wasn’t until it was all finished and we were sitting on the couch, happily reveling in our sucesses of the day that I realized what had happened.

“Beka, where did you put your tooth this morning?”

“Under my pill…. OH NO!” And, my  sweet six year old burst into tears! “Now I won’t get a dollar! It is lost, gone forever….” (Beka excels in the dramatic)

This reaction somewhat surprised me because I thought she knew that I am the tooth fairy. Apparently, she doesn’t.

“It’s okay,” I said, soothingly as I took her into my lap. “I will just call the tooth fairy and let her know what happened. She will still come.” I was grasping, here.

She brightened up a bit. “You know her phone number?!?”

“Of course! And I will call her as soon as you go to bed.” This seemed to work, and she reminded me as I tucked her into bed last night. “Don’t forget to call the tooth fairy, Mama.”

So last night, after she fell asleep, I crept up to her room and did the tooth fairy thing.

This morning, I was greeted by this:

Usually in our house, the tooth fairy is a bum. But, last night, she redeemed herself big time.

Three cheers for the tooth fairy!