I made this for my hubby’s brother. He was tough because he lives in FL. He does go skiing sometimes, though, so I think this works. It was a great pattern, way better than that other cable pattern that kept rolling on me. This was called the Irish Hiking Scarf. I found it through a link on Ravelry, but I bet if you do a google for that name, you’ll find this. One stupid thing, I thought the pattern was a 6 row repeat and when I did the first couple, I thought the cables looked a little squished, so I changed it to be an 8 row repeat. When I went to make notes on my pattern, so I’d know for next time, there it was. The directions for the 8 row repeat. Guess I should have looked more closely.
Archive for December, 2007
The angora my now favorite sister in law got me for Christmas has arrived. Excuse me, I now have to go unravel 9 balls, approximately 1123 yards, of Louisa Harding Kimona Angora Pure onto my bed and wallow in it while I debate sweater pattern choices.
Here’s a conversation between 2 of my sons yesterday.
Russell – Mom, can I have a granola bar?
Me – sure
Patrick – Can I have one too?
Me – sure
Patrick – Russell, can you get one for me too?
Russell – sure
…a few minutes later, here comes Russ with his hands behind his back
Russell, to Patrick – Pick a hand, any hand.
Patrick – that one
Russell – No, you can’t have that one, that one’s for me.
Patrick – (sighs), ok, then, that one.
Russell – Here. (hands it over)
Patrick – I didn’t want that one!
Russell – Well, which one did you want?
Patrick – the orange one!
Russell – (sighs) ok
…tromps back downstairs. Exchanges granola bars. Tromps back upstairs with hands behind back again.
Russell, to Patrick – Pick a hand, any hand.
I realized last night that I have had 3 knitting deadlines this year. The first was to be finished in time to UPS everything to family members. These slippers were the second wave. They just had to be done my Christmas Eve. They were. They are, from left to right, Russell’s, Patrick’s, and David’s Grandpa 60 slippers. I only used one of each for the picture; in real life I did give each child a pair. I also attached jingle bells to the ties, which one son has already managed to lose one of. Hmmm. Now, I have to finish up a bunch of stuff before hubby leaves for FL on Friday. I have to do a scarf for BIL, a blanket for his daughter #2, Daughter #1 and his wife are done. Also, bake some toll house for FIL, and do a few washcloths for MIL. And today’s Russell’s b-day. Bless his heart, he picked out for his birthday cake a frozen Hershey’s chocolate cream pie. I offered to bake him any cake, and let him pick out frosting and sprinkles, but he wanted a pie. More on him later, must go clean and knit like the wind.
Just in case you have one of those big bouncy ball things that you can use for exercising, and if by chance, in the several years since you got it, it has deflated a bit, and if you have been neglecting to inflate it for fear that if your kids see you playing with it, then they will want to play with it, then it may get destroyed or something, and if you decided to risk inflating it anyway, because you know that you can do better crunches on it than on the floor with some bed pillow supporting your back, and that stupid pillow still makes your tailbone hurt like crazy worse than your abs, and if you go ahead and inflate it, and it looks so good sitting there all big and bouncy, and if you should decide to go ahead and sit on it, because what would that hurt, even though you haven’t hardly exercised in weeks, except for aforementioned crunches on the floor, and then if sitting on it feels so fun, that if you maybe decide to go ahead and do just a few crunches, you don’t want to go nuts after all, you hardly have any abdominal muscles anyway after 3 kids and not doing hardly anything, wait, that’s already been discussed, but if you go ahead and do a few crunches, like 20, and they seem so easy and fun, you think, I can do 30, probably even 50, then I should stop, because of previously mentioned lack thereof, and if, after those 50, you feel a bit guilty about your oblique’s, those side abdominal muscles, so you go ahead and try to do 20 of those, and if after those 20, you have the same little discussion with yourself about the 30 and the 50, forgetting completely that whatever you do on that side must be repeated on the other side, you don’t want to walk around lopsided, and if you do decide to go ahead full steam ahead and do those 50 side ones, and then if you decide to stretch out a bit after all that, and ponder whether or not to do those other 50, and then decide that you don’t want to go around lopsided, and if you do those other 50, and if you get tired at about the 30 mark, and when you talk yourself into the last 20 by saying that you can stop after this, then if you completely lose your mind and say to yourself that those first 50 weren’t so hard after all, maybe you can go ahead and do 50 more of the regular ones, and then after about 15 they get real hard, and then after 20 they’re even harder, but you talk yourself through them, saying that this is payment for eating that little bowl of peanut butter chips straight from the freezer that afternoon that were supposed to not even be opened until it was time to melt them to use for that pretzel rod thing, and then finally thank God, you reach the end, the 4th #50, and you almost cry with relief and lay down backwards on that ball to give your poor little tummy a good stretch so you won’t be sore in the morning, because good grief, lady, you haven’t done that many crunches since like 2003, maybe, and what were you thinking, and if you do all that, here’s the advice. Stop. Stop at the first 50. Because I won’t mention any names here, but there’s a person in this house right now who did this yesterday, and her abs haven’t been this sore since about 3 days less than 4 years ago. If you’re counting, that’s when son #3 was born. I just have 2 things to say. 1. Does ben-gay work on abs that are
covered protected by several a small layer of fat? and 2. I’m going to the freezer for a handful of peanut butter chips. And a diet Dr. Pepper.
I am so doing a happy dance right now. Actually I have been all day. Dear sil called this morning to ask what we wanted for Christmas. I told her a pony. I think I actually somehow heard her panicking over the phone. Like “Oh my gosh, how am I going to find her a pony? And order it online? And get it to Kansas?” I only let her go for a minute or so, then I said, just kidding, I’d rather have yarn. She asked from where. I told her there’s 2 pretty good sites that I’d love to have pretty much anything from… http://www.knitpicks.com, or http://www.yarn.com. She said alright, and talked to hubby, her brother for a while. Then came back to me to ask how many balls of angora I’d need for a sweater!!!!!!!!!! After I peed my pants at the thought of actually owning angora yarn, I asked what the yardage was per ball. That took a minute for her to find, and she came back with a figure that allowed me to calculate that I’d need probably 9 or 10. I think she then did the mental calculation on that total, and I thought I heard a loud gulp. So, I quickly said that 3 or 4 would make a lovely shawl. My dear MIL who was visiting, mumbled something in the background about get her the sweater’s worth. So, oh my gosh, I’m getting a not yet knit angora sweater! And the best part? I get to knit it. After I pet it for a long long time.
Did I show this already? I can’t remember, there’s been so many scarves this year. I love this pattern, it’s called mistake rib, but if you’re on ravelry, I’d say go hunt down the “Go To Scarf”. This pattern replaced that stupid cabley one I was tring to do off the Lion Brand site. I was going to just throw the pattern away, then I had a thought. Probably sometime in the future, I’ll decide to knit a scarf, maybe even a cabley one, and chances are, I’ll find that pattern again, and not recognizing it as the pattern from hell, give it another go. And then get all frustrated again when the garter edges keep curling back against the reverse stockinette background. Then, maybe I’ll remember that I don’t like that pattern. So, I decided to keep the page I printed off in my binder, with some added instructions scrawled across the top. Something to the effect of “DO NOT KNIT THIS”.