Deadlines

Well, I've finished the front of the Celting sweater, and started on sleeve two. Here's the picture to prove it.
I'm hoping the neckline works out okay. I had problems with the neckline on the last Aran I designed so I'm a little nervous about it. Hopefully I can finish the sleeve by Friday and I'll have Saturday for finishing.

I was hoping to get this sweater done and take a bit of a break from deadline knitting, and focus on getting the house and yard in order. You know, a bit of spring cleaning all around. All I had on the books was the Red Head sweater which I would like to get done for Older Son for his birthday next month. I'd like to make him a pair of socks too, so that meant finishing up the ones I'm working on for Younger Son and then making a pair for OS. Not too bad, I could make it work in a month. I got an e-mail today from my sister. She wants a baby sweater set for a gift. She'll need it when I see her for MDS&W. Three and a half weeks. Then just two weeks until OS's birthday. I'm knitting to deadlines again.

I watched the new Ten Commandments. Ehhh. I have to say I didn't care for it. Not a patch on Charlton Heston.

Star Struck

I met Yarn Harlot and we did the whole mutual blog thing

and I think my picture broke her camera.
No really, I did get to meet Stephanie, who was extremely funny and charming and very gracious to all of us. I don't think she'll remember me at all.
Just look at her, she's so cute! And Heather looked really great too. I look like the dork that I am. Oh well, you can't make a silk purse... Anyways, I think I may have gushed too much. I tried not to, but some leaked out anyways. Afterwards, Celtic Queen, Heather and I went to Gullifty's for dessert. It was great! I think we all had a good time. There were a few bumps though -- I got lost driving there and then thought I lost my car key (but it was in my other pocket DUH!). So yeah, I looked like an idiot. Let's just chalk it up to being star-struck shall we? It helps me to imagine it as an isolated incident. (No, no, I'm not in denial at all!)

And I completed the first sleeve of the Celting sweater with yarn to spare! I'm working on the front now.

I'm just past the armhole shaping. I'm pretty confident I'll get it done, especially since I'll have Friday off.

Last Chance

OK, Blogger is definately kinda weird tonight. First I couldn't connect to my blog, then I could see the front end, but not access any admin stuff. I got a Blogger page that said "There's an error, our engineers are working on it". Yeah right. But I kept trying, and was just about to give up and call it a night but decided to give it one last chance when I got in. Then it just published this post before I could write anything. A little off kilter tonight for sure.

Here's today's sleeve picture. You know, it just doesn't seem right to me that Wendy knits for two or three hours and gets half a sweater done, whereas I've spent three, no, almost four hours today knitting and it doesn't look like I've done anything!

And hows this for weird. My friend Heather and I both put pictures of daffodils in the snow on our blogs yesterday. I'm feeling kinda cool myself, but I think Heather should be worried.

I'm definately going to MDS&W! My sister is flying up from Florida to visit friends in the area and so we're sharing a motel room. I'm getting excited.

Daffy Down Dilly

Well, the daffodils bloomed.

I took this picture this morning, before going to work. Look at the poor things, all huddled there in the snow. They perked up a little bit by this afternoon, but I don't think they're going to recover. :
I'm beginning to think we might not see any blooms for another five years.

Here's the current state of the sleeve:

A bit blurry, for which I apologize. But I'm too tired to take another picture. And the yarn seems to be holding up well too:
I think I'm gonna make it.

I purchased my winning Lottery tickets, with my Lucky Money from the basketball pool. I even put the tickets in the envelope with the rest of the money so as to spread the luck around.

Older Son has asked for money to buy some candy for a girl at school. (And he's going to see her perform in the school play.) I made a comment on his asking for money and spending it on a girl, and so he said "Dad, Mom says spending money on girls is a waste!" To which his father replied "Yeah, I've always found it to be so." I immediately jumped in and said "I don't think you've made enough of an effort there!"

Isle of Aran Even More

Here's the sweater pic:

I've finished the back and have started in on sleeve #1. Lots of nail-biting knitting suspense, Chez Moi. Will the two skeins of yarn I have be enough? (I know it will be if I get the back and one sleeve from one skein. I could live life on the edge and just go ahead and knit the front and back and let the sleeves be a crap shoot, but I don't know if my heart could take it.) Will I get it done in time for the party on the 15th? Will it still be cold enough here on the 15th for the Celting to where it (probably)? Stay tuned...

Thanks for all the kind words on the sweater! Yes, Lisa I will be putting up a pattern when it's all said and done on my website, I'll keep you posted. But seeing as how I'm still working out a few minor details (like how long/wide to make the sleeves -- did I mention I'm knitting them right now?) I'll need some time. (The sleeves? I'm dragging around an old size 10/12 sweater of Younger Son's for sizing against. I could just measure the thing, but where's the fun in that? I'm such a dork.)

Guess who won the office basketball pool? Me! Can you believe it? And not only did I just guess while filling out the form, I didn't even watch any of the games! I'm telling you, my luck is IN Baby! Powerball, here I come!

Isle of Aran

Here's a photo of the Aran sweater I'm making for the Elder Celting:

I swatched Thursday night thru Friday lunch. I then ripped it out and started in on the sweater so no pics. There were a few contenders for the center section, but I really like this Celtic Braid (BGW #3, p. 86, iirc). I knew I wanted flanking 4 st cables (notice they mirror image each other, I always do this for Arans, I think it's a nice detail.) I knew I wanted at least 10 sts in seed stitch at each side, so I decided I wanted a 10-15 stitch cable. I like this plaited cable (BGW #1). The Celtic Braid was a bit of a struggle, as it was only charted (I've stuck pretty much to written out directions, this was the first time I've only had a chart). So it took me a couple of tries to get it right. Anyways, the sweater is about a boys size 10. No ribbing on the bottom, I knew there'd be enough knits and purls to stabilize the edge, and I was going for a more modern look. The fit is a bit close, I'll have to try it on the boy, but I think I'd add another 5 sts in seed stitch to either side if I was making it again. The sleeves will have just the plaited cable flanked by 2 four stitch cables, then seed stitch. I like to have the sleeves refer back to the body rather than incorporate new patterns there. Just a personal preference. I should finish the back and start a sleeve tomorrow. I have the two skeins of yarn, so if I get the back and a sleeve from one skein I'll know I'm good.

Dave and I went out Friday night, and I saw this when I walked out the door.

I'm taking it as a sign that I'm meant to win the $174 million Powerball.

Randomness

Some random shots from around the house. First up is Younger Son's Czech Mouse, apparently staring out of the window. Yearning to be free? Contemplating the stained glass? He was a souvenir from Czechoslovakia YS's aunt brought him after traveling there for business. I found him here like this when I returned from work today.
Next up some flowers! I actually have flowers blooming in my yard! My neighbors were out doing yard work and making me look and feel like the slacker I am when I got home today. All I did was take a picture. (Their daffodils are blooming next door, which made me check on mine -- no blooming yet, but I counted another bud, that makes 10!) I also took a picture of part of the stash -- the part in the garage (which I'm not showing here). I'm contemplating taking part in "Flash Your Stash" on the 1st. I visited the stash because I came home from work and was literally on my way out to buy some yarn to make the Elder Celting a sweater for his birthday when I realized I did NOT need more yarn (Ok lady, step away from the yarn, and no one gets hurt). I literally turned the car around and drove home. (I think I deserve a freaking medal!) I remembered I had some yarn in the stash from which I could make a nice Aran sweater for said Celting (I was going to make Scandinavian sweater). And here it is:
Vintage Fisherman's wool from the garage stash. I also found some nice vintage Nature Spun. Enough for some felted slippers or mittens.

For now though, it's the Olympics all over again. I have to design and knit an Aran sweater in 16 days (that's when the party is). Obviously, it's not going to be a surprise.

Polls and More Spinning

I was polled today. I think this makes the third time I've been polled politically. It was a "random" survey (so the earnest young man on the other end of the line said) and I was the lucky recipient on the basis that I was the person in the houshold over eighteen who was having the next birthday. So they got my liberal political views. Dave commented from the background about how different the answers would be if he was the one being polled. Yes, we do indeed have a mixed marriage. Although really, Dave was not nearly so outwardly conservative 20+ years ago. Conservatives are sneaky like that. Oh well, I had the lucky birthday!

Here's my work for the day. I woke up early this morning and so had a few minutes to spend spinning before leaving for work, and I spun some more while watching the evening news. It was enough to fill the spindle and start on a second spindleful. I skeined up the first spindleful on my niddy and will steam it tomorrow morning when Older Son puts on the kettle for his morning oatmeal. This skein is about 85 yards. I'll weigh it and what I have left tomorrow and try to calculate how much yarn I'm going to get.

Did you see? Yarn Harlot is coming to town. I'm planning on being there, so introduce yourself if you see me! I tend to be a bit shy in public, so bear with me. CQ will be with me (I think) and she's much more outgoing.

Not much else of note. (Unless you count the fact that I've mastered my recordset object at work. Well, kinda. I need to output it and my initial research says I can't, so I'll have to look further.)

The Spin Cycle

Hurray! Blogger has relented and is allowing me to post pictures today. (Go back and check out yesterday's entry too -- you can see me plying and my sock skein.) Here's what I'm working on today: It's a tricolor roving I got at MDS&W last year. Lost the tag, can't remember who I bought it from or what kind of wool it is. Here's more of a close-up of the spindle and some of the yarn.

It's fairly loosely spun, I'm planning to set it and use it as a single. The preparation is ok, it's a bit clumpy (even with pre-drafting) so the single is a bit slubby, but I'm cool with that. I'm thinking some kind of pullover or vest (depending on the yardage I get).

Younger Son put on one of my Fuzzy Feet tonight. Have I mentioned that we have the exact same size feet, YS and I? One night recently we were sitting on the sofa snuggling together and he said "Hey, you're wearing my socks!" "Yes, I am," I said. "Well, that's ok," he said, "I'm wearing yours!" and he lifted his foot to show me. But I digress. He put on one of my Fuzzy Feet and refused to take it off. "It's MINE!" he kept repeating. "They're pink!" I said. "MINE!" "But they're pink!" so I had to promise to make him a pair of his own.

In other news, the laundry wars continue.

Don't It Always Seem To Go

You don't know what you've got till it's gone. Friday was knitting night and I took my wheel to hand off to Celtic Queen. She wants to try it out because she's considering buying one herself. So I had to clear the bobbin for her (I actually spun a bit more singles then Navajo-plied (or chain-plied as I see it named in current issue of Spin-Off). Here I am doing that. (That's Dee sitting beside me.) I've been spinning up singles in random lengths of wool dyed with Easter Egg dye with the intent of making random striped socks out of them. Here's the resultant skein. I also finally got around to making a new PVC niddy-noddy, I lost the last one. This one makes a one yard skein, which I think I like better than the two yard skein niddy I had before. I should have steamed the yarn on the niddy, as it's wildly out of balance currently (the singles on the bobbin were really set. Now that I no longer have the wheel I'm suddenly interested in spinning again (the dang thing sat there virtually unused for almost a year.) But I have a spindle, and some roving I've been spinning on it, so I'll just have to make do with that.

I ordered more yarn. I've been a little down in the dumps lately, and there's nothing to perk you up like new yarn. I'll post a picture when I get it. It will be obvious what I plan with it.

In other news, I'm tackling the boys and laundry this week. We'll see what I can accomplish.

They Steal Your Socks

The Elder Celting's birthday is coming up in a few days, and so it was at just this time of year that I knit my very first pair of socks. I made them for the Celtic Queen to wear while she was in labor (I was her labor coach). They were Joan's Socks knit in Wool-Ease (Wheat, if you must know). And while I was knitting them, I kept telling CQ about how I was really glad to have socks to wear when I had Older Son, but that the hospital took them without me realizing it (I may have been a bit preoccupied at the time). So I had my reservations (we were going back to the same hospital), but CQ wanted them and so I obliged. CQ is having the Celting (late, she had to be induced, which meant that we had to get up and be at the hospital in the middle of the night. Both of my kids were born exactly two days before my due date, obviously that is precisely how long it takes me to gestate, but I digress.) and was most appreciative of the warm and cushy socks and they were much admired by the nurses and staff. But wouldn't you know it, we were distracted for a minute (there was an awfully cute baby involved) and they stole her socks. I couldn't believe it. I want to believe that they weren't incinerated, that some nurse coveted them and wanted them for her own, but whatever. So I don't have the first socks I knit anymore. Let this be a lesson to you about knitting labor socks. The hospital will steal them (well maybe not if Yarn Harlot is your doula, but otherwise I'd be suspicious.)

Well, I have to knit the Celting something for his birthday. I think I'll make him some socks.

Out of the Box

Ok, more pictures to illustrate my rant against the omnipresent summer box sweater:




ALL of these are from the Ram Wools catalog, and there were tons more where these came from. I'm sick of seeing them. Bleah!

So what will I be knitting this summer? I don't know. Maybe something in silk. If I go to MDS&W (I know, I said if -- blasphemy!) I'm going to pick up some silk yarn somewhere. I'll probably use it to make something from White Lies Designs.

Oh Joy Oh Happy Day

Guess what day tomorrow is? Yes, it's Garbage Day! My favorite day of the week! Feel free to make light of my situation, I can assure you it's been the subject of many jokes at work this week. Apparently I do not do very well at leaving my personal problems at home.

So Blogger had some big burp or bout of indigestion or something today. I almost didn't get to send you this entry. The first three times I tried to access the admin side of the blog I got a message saying Blogger was experiencing technical difficulties. So I finally went to the Status Page and it said something to the effect that all the blogs had been moved from the "bad server" and that if there were still problems republishing and clearing your browser cache would help. So I was trying to refresh and couldn't find the "browser cache" to clear it. I called downstairs to Dave, who didn't want to be bothered and said he couldn't hear me. To which I replied "That's ok, I'll just mess around with it and hopefully I'll get it right!" He was up here within minutes. (Having had experience with this attitude on my part before -- the most spectacular of which involved me taking a sledge hammer to the walls in what is now Younger Son's room.) Obviously I got it sorted out.

I got the Spring/Summer VK. Ehh. I like the skirt on the cover



I even like the corset


Not that I'm likely to wear either one, but I could see myself making them. But the bikini? I don't think so. And besides, that whole lingerie thing was so done by Knitty already.

Some of the sweaters were cute, and I can even see me (maybe) wearing them (ok, I'm in denial about my figure. If I had the shape for them I would.)

I tried to insert pictures, but couldn't -- apparently Blogger is not over its bout of indigestion yet. All of them were short sleeved fitted sweaters, though. If you have the mag #s 3, 6, and 29. I'd do 3 in a solid color, though. It looks putrid in the stripes they show it in. I also really like the tank dress but can't even stretch my denial into thinking I could wear it. (Oh and note that crinolines are apparently "in" -- I can just see me sashaying about the office in those!)

But here's my gripe about summer sweaters, I am so sick and tired of looking at big boxy cotton sweaters that I think I'm going to barf. Why oh why can't someone make a cotton sweater that FITS, for crying out loud. And why do we have to have just these so-called "Summer" sweaters anyways? Jeez, I knit wool sweaters year round. It's not like I'm going to finish any of these sweaters this season anyways. Ok, ok, I'll get off the soap box before I fall off and hurt myself.

A Note

But first, a knitting update. The Red Head Pullover is still on the needles. It continues to look small to me, but I measured it against a sweater that fits Older Son and it looks to be the correct size. I decided on EZ's "Shirt-Yoke" shoulder shaping (from Knitting Workshop). I've had some problems with it, but seem to be progressing reasonably well now. The second incarnation of the Halloween Socks are moving along as well. The first of the pair has been completed and tried on and although still a bit snug deemed to fit well enough that I had to forcibly remove it from Younger Son's foot. A few birthdays loom in the near future, knitting for them shall begin soon-ish.

Also of Note, I've had some connectivity problems, though not technical. I'm blogging to you from a borrowed laptop, which the current owner (Dave) has had and will presumably have in the future some need of. So. If I disappear again you'll know where I've gone. My next-to-last post was sent from a different computer which was good except that for reasons too convoluted to go into here I've now lost all my e-mail. So if you were expecting an e-mail from me please e-mail again. (Liz, if you're still there I wanted to answer your comment via e-mail but lost it.)

A brief update on Younger Son's problems. The school has decided to work with us (yeah!) and have not only provided me with a name but have also undertaken to speak to the parties involved and "express my concerns" to them.

Now along the lines of What Good Is A Forum If You Don't Egregiously Abuse It...

A NOTE TO THE PEOPLE WHO LIVE HERE

If you see that the garbage can in the kitchen is overflowing, that is, that the contents therein are spilling out over the top of the can and onto the floor and environs of the can; LET THIS BE A SIGN UNTO YOU that the garbage can is full and that the bag within it should be removed and tied at the top and taken to the place outside of the kitchen in the back yard where such full and tied at the top bags are kept until those whose livelihood it is to collect such full and tied at the top bags do come to collect them, which day being the fourth day of the week in the morning hours. And when you return to the kitchen, I beseech you, do not leave the garbage can standing empty and forlorn, but have pity and fill its bareness with a new garbage bag which you will find at hand in the closet in the kitchen wherein they have been kept lo, these many long months. Also, if you approach the garbage can with the thought to put some thing therein which you do have in your hand, but deem that the space within the garbage can is insufficient to hold that which you have in your hand, forswear, I implore you, to leave said thing sitting on the floor beside the garbage can for this is NOT THE SAME as placing this thing into the garbage can, in that this thing may not be removed in a bag which is tied at the top and taken to the place outside the kitchen in the back yard where such full bags are kept, and may not then be removed by those whose livelihood it is to collect such full and tied at the top bags on the fourth day of the week in the morning hours. Forsooth, fetch a NEW and EMPTY bag from the closet in the kitchen where such have been kept from time immemorial and place the thing you hold in your hand but that the space within the garbage can is insufficient to hold within the NEW and EMPTY bag. Tie this bag at the top and take it to the place outside the kitchen in the back yard where such tied at the top bags are kept until they are collected by those whose livelihood it is to collect such, which being the fourth day of the week in the morning hours.

A Daffodil Story

In honor of the arrival of Spring, I present the following tale.

The first spring we spent in this house I noticed a small daffodil sprouting right on the edge of my patio. There was only the one small plant, all by itself. I don't know if it was a stray, or the beginning of bed that never was finished, or a sole survivor of an attempted bed. There were rose bushes there then so it could have been any of the above. We removed the roses to allow a smooth transition from patio to yard, but the sole daffodil remained. Every year it would come up and present one bright yellow flower.

Then one spring not quite ten years ago or so, the daffodil was blooming and Older Son and a friend (who were about 8 or 9 at the time) were playing basketball on the patio. During the course of the game Friend stepped on the daffodil! "Oh, well it's just a flower," he said.

"Oh no, honey" I said as gently as I could. "This flower only blooms once a year." And I mourned for the poor crushed daffodil.

Next spring, although the daffodil sent its leaves up, there was no bloom. And again the next year. And the next. And so it continued, year after year. Daffodil leaves, but no bloom. It seemed as if the daffodil, having been so crushed was afraid to bloom again. I wondered if it ever would. It became something of a family joke, how OS's Friend had crushed the daffodil and it had never bloomed again. Then suddenly, two years ago, after five flowerless springs, the daffodil bloomed again! And not just one flower, but FIVE! There was much rejoicing and admiring of the multitude of blooms.

But our joy was short-lived, because the following year, last spring, the daffodil was flowerless once more. Was this a pentennial blooming daffodil? I wondered, and waited. But fear not dear reader, for I bring tidings of great joy:

Not just one, not even five, but I count NINE buds which so long as they aren't frozen should bloom this spring.

And So I'm Back, From Outer Space

I'm back! I took a bit of a break last week and over the weekend. Celtic Queen says she's tired of looking at that sweater so I have to update the blog. Hmmm. Well here's the new and improved picture:



As you can see, I've gotten to the joining of body and sleeves. It looks small to me though. We'll see. (CQ actually did call to check on me last week, though. She was concerned because she hadn't heard from me for a couple of days and I hadn't updated the blog. So there you go, if you've got a blog you really can't disappear with no one noticing, just like Anne said.)

But just for you, CQ I have some other pictures. We Friendly Knitters celebrated our Olympic success with Gold Medals on Friday (chocolate ones, of course!) Here's Heather (check out her Frog sweater, she deserves a medal!)




And here's CQ herself, with her medals. I'll try to get a picture of her blankets next time I visit the Celtings (I haven't seen them yet myself).

So what kept me away for so long?
This:

Dave got it for me for Valentine's Day. I still haven't made it all the way through it (I'm on the last cd for the series and I still have the original movie to watch.) I slowed down a bit trying to stretch it out. I LOVED this show when it first aired. I was working nights, and Dave used to record it for me so I could watch when I got home (Older Son was an infant then, I remember it well.) Wish they'd bring it back again. But now I can collect all the TV movies, too.

Moving On

First off, some knitting stuff. Here's the sweater I'm currently working on:
It's for Older Son. You may recall, he's a redhead and these colors will look good on a redhead (So Celtic Queen, who coincidentally by some freak play of genetics has the exact same color hair as OS, assures me.) And it was a skein of this yarn that was lost at Damon's. I'm knitting on size 6 needles, so it may take awhile. I think I'll do EZ's "Nalgar" shoulder, I've been intrigued by it for awhile and have wanted to try it. I think it also may enhance OS's broad shoulders.

Other Stuff
Thanks sooo much for your support of Younger Son and I in his troubles with bullies. I have homeschooled both of my sons in the past, but my husband insists that they attend public school. Bullying is endemic in the district, at least in the elementary and middle school grades. One of my neighbors actually moved to get away from it. In the incident where YS's glasses were broken, the children involved attended the elementary school, so although I reported it to the counselor at YS's middle school I didn't bother with the elementary school because I knew (from bitter experience, I tell you!) that the principal would do nothing. In fact I was kinda hoping to hear from her -- I SOOOO wanted to say to her "Well, as you so often said to me when I came to you with problems, 'It's one child's word against another's, there's nothing we can do'". While I don't go crazy maintaining that my kids are blameless (I know they're not saints) I do insist that rules be enforced equally and fairly. (Which they rarely were, hence my run-ins with the administration.) Also, I feel my role as a parent is to be my child's advocate (If I won't who will?). I could go on and on and list several horrible incidents, but that's not what we're all here for. The outcome I would like to see from the incident is this: I want the school to tell my husband and I that they have spoken to the parents involved here and have been assured by them that nothing like this will happen again. (I think that's completely reasonable.) If that doesn't happen then I will do everything in my power to get a restraining order against these people so I can have them arrested if they come near my kids again.

I'm Golden

Here's my finished bag to prove it. I used it last night and today for my carry-all bag, and it fits my purse and a small knitting project (socks) perfectly. It received many compliments at work today.

Next projects are socks (the Halloween socks revisited) and a multi-colored sweater for Older Son. Pictures tomorrow.

Comments:

Thanks all for your kind words on the bag. The pattern was one my niece (aka Celtic Queen) lent me -- it's just titled "Entrelac Bag". I'm not sure where she got it, but I believe it's very similar to the "Market Squares Bag" pattern in the book Bags, A Knitter's Dozen.

And Yvonne -- about contacting the parents? Friday when the boys were walking home (I made Older Son escort Younger Son, hoping it would keep anyone from giving him trouble) they were accosted by the parents of one of a group of three boys (another three, and they were younger, but it was the same day) who had pushed YS down and broken his glasses. The parents stopped YS and wouldn't let him go until he told them his name, where he lived, and other information, then proceeded to threaten him. Gee, and I wonder where the kids get it??? Dave was finally moved to action and reported it to the school, and I gave OS my cell and told him if they saw these people again that he was to call the police immediately. (I'm still up in the air about whether we should have called the police then or not, but done is done.)

Bag, Bucket & Bullies

Well, definately no armor for Dave. Damon's was not forthcoming with my yarn, so the skein is lost (I'm adding it to my "Skeins Out" total anyways, though.) I'm sure I'll still have enough yarn for my project, but there's still that nagging fear that I'll be short by just a few yards.

And look at this yarn-y goodness:

It's my Entrelac Bag, all felted and blocking on a bucket. Older Son called it a "bucket warmer". All I have to do is sew on the straps (I need to pick up a few buttons)and I'm done.

Ok, I'm going to vent here, so leave now if you just came for the yarn-y goodness.

Younger Son was involved in an incident yesterday after school (while still on school grounds) in which three boys cornered him and forced him into a fight. Here's the vent: The school has a supposed "Zero Tolerance" policy for violence. What that means is this -- YS can't turn in these three bullies to the school authorities because if he does so he will be subject to the same punishment they are. No, I am not overstating this, I was told this point blank by the principal at his school: If my child is involved in any way in a fight, even if he does NOTHING (i.e. just stands there and takes the abuse) he will be suspended. (Let alone if he defends himself!) The only possible exclusion is if a teacher is standing right there to witness it and is willing to state this to the principal. I see this as a further victimization of a child who is being bullied, this time by the school. I'm also sure that since they've instituted this policy incidents of school violence have decreased (would you report being beaten up if you knew it would get you suspended?) So since YS pushed one of the boys trying to get away from the fight (and then proceeded with a fight until he did finally get away) not only would he be seen as being involved in the fight, but he would be the instigator so he would be punished the most severely. To top things off, his father was going to speak to the school on his behalf, but on hearing about that first push, refused. (Let's just not even go into that.) Lest you worry too much though, I stepped in at that point and called the school counselor. The outcome is that she spoke to YS and got the names of the boys involved and talked to one of them who she said was "very apologetic" about the incident. Hmmmm, I'm sure. BUT, because of the whole "Zero Tolerance" thing, I could not make an "official" complaint and so the other boys will not be punished. The counselor will continue to speak to YS and make sure he's not being harrassed. At least it's something.

Nothing Much

Not much going on here. I'm inspired by Jean to make a shrug. She is thinking about one for the Highland Games this summer. But no pictures, since it's meant to be a surprise for a sometime reader of this blog. I still feel icky. It's been a week, so hopefully I can call the doctor and they'll take me seriously.

Dave is off trying to get his shining armor by retrieving my yarn. Updates tomorrow. Hope everyone's Olympic knitting is successful!

Ungrateful

That's what I am.
First off, yesterday I met up with Celtic Queen and Anne for the Knitting Olympics Team PGH Local Event (which looked alot like knitting and having lunch). I had a fabulous time! I was extremely thrilled to meet Anne, (but I think I hid it well -- being kinda sick with the chest thing), who was very gracious and seemed to have a good time also.

You see CQ and Anne here. The screen behind was showing the Olympics (CQ asked them to change it for us). CQ has moved on to blanket #2. Anne is working on Grapevine, which CQ and I greatly admired. My entrelac bag is on the table in the lower left corner. Also notice the sweater Anne's wearing, it's this one. I was most impressed, and now I want to make it myself. I have some yarn, and I may even have the pattern. (Either CQ or I have Starmore's Aran Knitting.)

And speaking of having patterns....Remember the whole thing about the Olympic sweaters? Well, I'm poking around the net and I see the Retro Collection from Dale with all the Olympic sweaters from 1956-1994. First I asked DH to get it for me as a belated Valentine gift. Then it hit me, the booklet looked awfully familiar. It seemed to me that I already owned it. But a cursory search (I was too sick to be up for more) didn't turn it up. So I called CQ and asked her if I owned it. She said she was wondering about me -- Yes, I did own it, didn't I remember? Well, duh, no. So I searched a bit harder and turned it up. (Dave tried to tell me he had run out and bought it for me already.) So I'll have to knit ALL the Olympic sweaters. I think I'll start with 1956 (those ones are easier anyways). And besides, I can't find Nagano or Salt Lake. (But at least I'm sure I already own them.)

And on the Olympic front -- the Entrelac Bag is knitted!



Here it is, ready for its trip to the washing machine. (I included the scissors for scale -- it was either that or a fork, which says way too much about me, I think.)

So why am I ungrateful? Because despite all this knitterly goodness I'm cranky and upset. I lost a skein of yarn yesterday at the restaurant. Dave even called them for me today and asked about it, which is another thing for me to be grateful for. They said it WAS there, and may still be. We were told to call again tomorrow. So am I grateful? No, I'm irritated that Dave's not storming the place to get my yarn back for me RIGHT NOW. I mean, this is YARN we're talking about here. He wasn't moved to go and demand my yarn even after I told him I was devastated by the loss of it. See how ungrateful I am. But really. It's YARN....

Olympian Dreams

No knitting last night -- I spent the evening putting in (and fiddling with) my Olympic Countdown banner. See it over there in the sidebar? Neat, isn't it? Yarn Harlot had one, but instead of ripping off her code (which would have been easy) I got the one from my Spinning Page that counts down to MDS&W and modified it.

My Olympic Knitting continues. I'm hoping to finish up a couple of skeins of yarn here soon so I can add them to my tally (yes, I'm over). I think I'm going to have lots of yarn left over after the bag is done. I'll have to knit a sweater to get rid of it. I'm ok with that, I like the yarn (Paton's Merino Classic) and the colors for a sweater. I think I'll get more of the charcoal grey and knit a fairisle yoke sweater but with the little fairisle band at the top of a sleeve. It'll go well with all my black skirts.

I ordered Torino today. So now that makes four Olympic sweater patterns in my collection:
Nagano,



Lillehammer,
Salt Lake,
and Torino

I'm contemplating making my inter-Olympic knitting goal being the knitting of all these sweaters. (And maybe as many other Olympic sweaters as I can find.) Then I can spend the next Winter Olympics wearing a different Olympic sweater every day. What do you all think? Well, I'm still feeling kinda crappy, and I'm hoping to be able to stay awake for some Olympic viewing tonight.

Bits and Boots

Olympic knitting continues. Thanks Holly and Yvonne for the well wishes. Physically, I feel better today, but I sound worse -- I've definately got a frog in my throat. I did not get any knitting done at lunch today, a friend coaxed me outside and I ended up buying these:


That's two pairs of boots. And I got them both for only $18! For BOTH! Don't you just love a bargain?

Otherwise, have you seen the latest Interweave Knits? Normally I don't notice these things, but just look at the model on the cover. Good Lord, someone please buy the woman a sandwich! She looks like a holocaust survivor.

I really wanna make the Sunrise Circle Jacket (and not just because I read Kate Gilbert's blog, but that factors in). It might be my next big project. Personally, I think they could have left out the dorky fingerless mitts and belt-bag and put the instructions for the jacket in the mag.

News from the Olympic Knitting Front

OK, first things first. Here's the state of the Olympic project.

I have to report that I'm having some equipment issues. Remember the needle separation I had on day one? Well, it's happened twice more (once on each needle end). I must twist my needles in some funky way whilst knitting. It could be all that twisting around I do picking up stitches. Who knows? I'm not ready to throw in the towel on this Boye set yet, but it's getting closer. (This same problem is why I don't use the Denise set I bought a few years back too.) I think I'm just not cut out for those needle sets.

And I'm sick. Not so bad that I'll have to withdraw from the Olympics, but I think I'm going to miss my knitting workout tonight. I woke up with a bit of a scratchy throat this morning, and it's been progressing all day into a full blown cough/chest/throat thing. I'm headachey and have chills. I think I'm just going to go to sleep early. Great thing for Valentine's Day. Bleah. We're taking a raincheck on celebrations. (Although if things progress as they are I stand to lose my voice in a day or two. Dave may consider that a great Valentine's gift.)

Entrelac Entire

My knitting and I spent the weekend watching the Olympics.

It's all entrelac, all the time here. I am fairly confident that I will be able to finish my project, and I think I have accomplished my goal. That being to challenge myself by learning a new technique. (The time crunch thing just wasn't where I'm at.) Which I did. Not only do I feel I have conquered entrelac, I also taught myself to knit back backwards, a handy little skill to have in your knitter's bag of tricks. Neither of these skills were difficult to pick up, I simply needed a project to push me to learn them, which the Knitting Olympics provided.

Celtic Queen and I decided today that had we just been given the chance we would have been phenoms at some of the more obscure Olympic events like biathalon (me) and skeleton/luge (CQ). Glossing over the fact that neither one of us has ever, at any point in our lives, been particularly active in athletics or sports of any kind. What can I say? The Olympic spirit lives on in us all. We also agreed that we have to get the kids out there doing more stuff. (Have you seen the bios on some of these athletes? They all started out when they were like 7 or 8 at the latest!) Those boys have a lot of catching up to do!

Fanfare for the Common Man

Which was the Olympic Theme in the days of my youth (John Williams wrote a new one in either '80 or '84). Here I am casting on for my Olympic Knitting Project at a few minutes after 2:00 yesterday:

The original plan was for several of my co-workers to stand behind me cheering me on and waving Terrible Towels. The reason they did not is because standing directly in line of sight in front of me (behind the camera) was a Vice President of our company. So no cheering (not even from the one whose review I will complete.)

And we had some drama, too. Shortly after casting on (which took 3 tries), THIS happened. A needle separation. It caused a dropped stitch, but I was able to recover, tighten my needles, and move on. So far no recurrence.

Knitting night last night and there was plenty of Olympic knitting going on.

Celtic Queen is knitting TWO blankets, one for each Celting. Here she is working on the first, a "regular blue" one.


Heather is making an intarsia sweater for her youngest (really cute, with a frog) which is her first intarsia project. And she charted it herself! I'm impressed. And she introduced me to Minkee -- I'm in love! Good thing I don't know how to sew (I don't need another stash, although I did dabble in quilting for a bit.)