Last night at knitting I acquired these lovelies.
Two skeins were trades. I traded my pal Christi 2 skeins of madtosh tml in “chamomile” for this skein of madtosh sock and one skein of Dream In Color
This is madelinetosh sock in “Loopy’s Favorite Season”.
I love this skein so much, words can’t even begin to cover it. It is autumn perfection and full of all the colors I love so much.
Dream In Color Smooshy in “November Muse”.
This yarn will be used to make my brother a pair of new socks for either his birthday in November or Christmas…depending on when they get finished. I find it really hard to pass up knitting for my brother (despite the fact that he has enormous feet) because he genuinely loves all his handmade goodies.
And this gorgeousness is madtosh (notice a theme here??) prairie in tart. Hands down, the most.perfect.red.ever.
The aforementioned Christi went out of town for a conference and managed to hit a yarn shop (or three) along the way. She asked me if I was looking for anything in particular and this was one of the yarns on my list. I cannot wait to start a project with this yarn. I have already queued up the echo flower shawl and as soon as I finish up a hat for YarnLuvinLizzy’s upcoming Vice trunk show, I am casting on the echo flower shawl.
Thank you, Christi, for all of the enabling!! You’re the BEST!
September 11, 2001.
I was in college and living in a tiny apartment with my then boyfriend (now husband). It was early-ish in the morning, before class, and I was on the phone wishing my mom a happy birthday when the planes hit. I remember both of us just sitting there. Dumbstruck.
September 11, 2012.
My mom would have been 62 today. And here I am, sitting at the computer, completely dumbstruck. I don’t know why, but on her birthday this year I am missing her more than usual. I miss being able to pick up the phone and talk to her, I hate like hell that despite several lessons with her I will NEVER be able to make her gravy or fried chicken from scratch, and mostly I hate that my daughter will never know her grandmother.
So today I have resigned myself to the fact that I will be a hot mess, but I’ll get through it. A good friend of mine suggested that I need to have a dose of The Voice to help me cope with the effects of today. Actually, her prescription reads as follows:
“Take 2 hours of Bladam (Blake Shelton/Adam Levine) this afternoon and 2 hours of Bladam this evening. Repeat tomorrow evening.
Warning: Face-wine can intensify the Bladam effect. You will be able to see deeper into the bromantic abyss. Use only if you want stars and hearts in your eyes. Face-wine and Bladam can also make you hate on Xtina more than normal.”
I think this sounds like a pretty good treatment plan.
You know that little voice that sits in the back of your mind? The one who says
Psst! I think your gauge is a little off!
The voice that you
mostly ignore? Well I should have listened to the little voice sooner because my second spot check sock is, ahem, a bit more narrow than the first. So narrow, in fact, that I cannot get it onto my foot/leg.
You can see how much wider sock #1 is on the bottom. Whoops!
So either I’ve picked the wrong size needle, or I’ve suddenly become a super-tight knitter. Either way I have found myself back at the cuff again. Sigh. 😦
I told you guys I’d get around to posting about knitting again.
So what are you knitting?
Glad you asked. I’m knitting another pair of spot check socks from Knitting Socks With Handpainted Yarn. I loved my first pair so much, and I had some truly wackadoodle yarn in my stash that I knew would be perfect for this pattern.
Colinette Jitterbug in “paintbox”.
I also had another skein of Jitterbug in my stash that would fit the bill:
The trouble with Jitterbug, though, is that it bleeds. A LOT. So I consulted local yarn dyeing guru YarnLuvinLizzy of Vice Yarns for tips to get the dye exhausted from the pink skein. I was worried I would end up felting/wrecking the yarn, but after several (!!!) baths the dye finally let up and isn’t a horrific felted mess.
Today I finished up the first sock.
These are the perfect winter socks. Nice, thick, and warm. I’ve worn my other pair so much that they’ve been darned at least a couple of times. I can’t wait to finish the second sock so I can get started on a super secret project. My knitting group is doing another Super Secret Santa One Skein Shawl Swap (SSSOSSS) for Christmas this year. Yesterday we received our partners and their questionnaires, and I’m chomping at the bit to get started. No spoilers here, though.
This past weekend the Hubbster and I celebrated our 10-year wedding anniversary with a quick trip to the San Antonio Riverwalk. We woke up very early (read: before dawn) Friday morning, drove to the outskirts of Austin and left LMT with her Godparents for her first overnight stay. LMT did really well…mommy didn’t even make it down the driveway without shedding a few (ok, more than a few) tears. After regaining my composure, we proceeded to make our way to San Antonio. I had made an anniversary playlist on the iPod which we listened to on the way.
Remember back in the day when we used to make mix tapes? Or am I just dating myself?
We arrived at the historic La Mancion del Rio hotel, which was originally established as Old St. Mary’s College in the 1850’s. Check out the view we had from our balcony. Not too shabby!
After we got settled in our room, we ventured out to explore the Riverwalk. The temps in San Antonio were above the century mark, so we quickly decided we needed to find some a/c. Louis Tussaud’s Waxworks and Ripley’s Believe It Or Not fit the bill.
Bring on the photo montage!
After the wax museum and Ripley’s, we ventured back into the heat and went to the Alamo. Neither of us had been there since we were kids.
Disclaimer: I’m almost certain I went there with my girl J and her hubby when we were in our 20’s. Can you back me up here, J?
We also had our fair share of delicious goodies on our trip.
Long (picture heavy) story short, we had a fantastic trip. It was the first time we’ve gone out of town without LMT and it was so nice to spend time together, just the two of us. Don’t get me wrong, we both missed our little girl terribly and joked how we didn’t quite know what to do without her.
And not to be left out of all the photo fun, it appears LMT had a blast this weekend as well:
Now it’s back to reality. I’m already missing our little mini vacation and I’m hoping that we’ll get to do something like that a little more often. Preferably before our 20-year wedding anniversary. 😉
One final photo. Quite possibly my favorite of the whole trip. The Hubbster managed to sneak a picture of me in the early morning quiet. I was enjoying a cup of coffee, the beautiful view, and reading my Nook.
This was the last picture I posted of LMT:
Look how small she is! *sniffle*
And here’s LMT now:
Look how much she has grown!
She has fully embraced her “terrible twos”, with her favorite word being “NONONONONO!” But despite the “No Syndrome”, she’s still a riot. Her favorite book is “Llama Llama Red Pajama” and can recite it by heart…and does often. She especially likes to recite it while grocery shopping which keeps her entertained and out of our hair. Win-win.
She recently had her first haircut, which was a success thanks to the awesome hair-cut place we found. They had little cars for the kids to sit in, and every station had a tv. LMT’s station was playing “Toy Story” (also known as “WoodyBuzz” in our house).
Before (poor kid was looking so shaggy!)
I can’t believe it! She finally has hair that we can cut! It took nearly two whole years for her to grow this much hair. 😉
And after the haircut. She looks so sweet.
I can’t believe how quickly the time has flown by. I know it sounds cliche, but it’s true. She’ll be moving up to the next classroom at daycare next week, we’re still working on potty training (cringe), and we’re cruising into the phase of choosing her own wardrobe. This morning it was jeans, her favorite penguin t-shirt, and a bucket hat. The t-shirt is still a bit big on her, but whatever makes her happy. I’m not down with fighting a toddler at 6:30 am over something as trivial as clothing.
This weekend also marks LMT’s first overnight trip without mommy and daddy. I’m sure she’ll be just fine. Mommy, on the other hand…well, that’s another story.