I have a confession to make…

I’ve been knitting. And I think I like it.

Allow me to tell you the tale of my descent into this madness…it all began at Christmastime, when we took a lengthy trip back to visit our families. We stayed for several weeks with my husband’s family at the Farm, on which lived his mother in one house, his grandparents in another house, and us – my husband, my son and I, who stayed in the guest cabin. All three structures are almost as close as houses in the suburbs. (It didn’t make sense to me, either. They have hundreds of acres.) At any rate, it so happened that my husband had daily business to complete in the City, about half an hour away (he was assisting his old USAF recruiter). My darling husband’s mother worked, grandpa worked out on the farm, and that left me with a five month old over at grandma’s almost constantly for two weeks, as (despite honest efforts) there was not the best heating, no food, and no television over in the cabin.

And so it was that I spent my days sitting a little awkwardly on Grandma’s sofa, watching satellite TV, taking care of my baby. Boredom was inevitable. Grandma is a cheerful, crafty sort, and sometimes I’d go into her sewing room with her and watch her go about her various projects. At one point, it came up that she used to knit, something I’d never learned to do.

So she taught me.

Six months later, I had accomplished no more knitting than what I had done over Christmas, and I didn’t really think much of it until my hubby was talking on the phone to dear Grandma and she asked how I was doing with my knitting. She seemed a little disappointed to hear from my not-the-best-at-taking-hints-while-on-the-phone husband that I hadn’t done any at all…

So, to assuage my guilty conscience and to improve my rudimentary skills (I may as well, after all) I’m creating a scarf for her as a Christmas present for this year. And you know what, I think I like it. I really do. I quit the last time because the (very easy) pattern I was working on was ugly and difficult to keep track of, but I’m designing this scarf myself, and it’s still very easy, and it’s ribbed, and I may add smocked or cross-stitched accents, and it’s really quite attractive even while I’m working on it.

But the real reason I began a brand new project? It’s because I have others I’m supposed to be working on…

Check out my new sidebar addition!

I’ve added a ‘portrait’ doll of myself to the sidebar – I feel like it makes it a little more friendly in here. This is actually part of what I’ve been doing with myself over the past week and a half – my doll is heavily altered. I got the idea while I was reading Natalie’s blog, HookStars. As you can see if you’ve been there, she has an awesome doll, toting some yarn, a project, and a crochet hook. I thought it would be fun to make a doll of myself.
It was, it was a lot of fun – I took it pretty far, aside from giving her a crochet hook and some yarn, I added more of a bosom and some ‘ba-boom’ in the thighs, because if there’s one thing I’m not, it’s stick-thin. She looks a lot like me now, for a cartoonish little pixel doll.

Still no teeth in sight, and he’s not fussing over it, anymore. Sometimes I wonder if he’ll ever get teeth!

I’m lazy and attention-span deprived…

I’m so…spastic. I haven’t worked on the bloody giraffe for my son, I haven’t bought more cotton yarn for my swim skirt, I haven’t posted in almost a week…bleh. However, I did rearrange the living room today, I cleaned the bathroom yesterday and the kitchen the day before that. Not much fun in that, but a sense of satisfaction, I suppose. Bleh. Bleh, bleh, bleh.

I have discovered that I live within five miles of four public libraries, which was surprising to say the least – I love libraries! I may take a day trip with my son to one of the nearest tomorrow. I checked the online catalog, and they have several recent crochet books as well as what seems to be a good collection of Mercedes Lackey novels. I love Mercedes Lackey. Yep.

But nevertheless, it is late, and I am tired. I think my son has a tooth coming in, and he’s been terribly grumpy all day, very fussy. Of course, we’ve thought that he might be teething more than once over the past few months (he’s ten and a half months old and hasn’t got any teeth in yet, which is unusual) but I think he might actually pull it off this time…I certainly hope so. People are beginning to give him odd looks when they find out his age. We have dinner at a friend’s house every Sunday, and one of our friends has a six month old who looks like he could beat up our child. He could certainly win a biting match, as he’s got four teeth. My poor baby. He has to gum all of his food, still…

Good night!