I have two skeins of black cotton Mission Falls 1824, the desire for a cool scarf and no knitting pattern. Any ideas?
Does Ashton punk knitters who have managed to acheive the lowest levels of self-imagined celebrity in the knit blogging world? No? Well, I momentarily believed he did on Sunday about 3 pm when I was frogging the final piece of my Prairie Tunic for the umpteenth time. I peeked around looking for hidden cameras and practiced my best "mildly annoyed but still entertained" look.
I called out, "Ashton, is that you? You may have tricked Wilmer Valderama but not me you rascal." There was no reply.
Turns out my run of bad luck wasn't due to an all fiber episode of Punk'd. No, it seems I was just unlucky. Really, really unlucky. And despite the lack of a camera crew and celebrity host, I was in all honesty, punked by my project. Now, I can't seem to work up the courage to pick those needles back up and finish.
I have no picutres that I am willing show becuase the Prairie Tunic is punking me out. Seriously!
Now please excuse me, so I can go weep my eyes out with frustration and try to work up the nerve to give it another knit. I may even need a pint of ice cream to get through this. Well, ice cream and booze.
It is rare that my knitting makes me feel dejected. But the Prairie Tunic is a rare exception that, like Mickey Carrico in the third grade, seems to enjoy kicking my ass. I am having problem after problem with the front triangle shaping. It is as if someone cursed my project halfway through.
I have checked the errata and made the necessary changes. So I can be sure the problem is all me. My growing anxiety is not helping to move things along. Nor is my tendency to knit in front of the tv. So I have decided to take Friday afternoon off to finish my Tunic. I am going to slog through it come hell or high water. Why did I give up caffiene? It would come in so handy about now! Fortunately, I still drink so if it all goes to hell in a badly knit felted tote, I can drown my sorrows.
So why the rush, you ask. I want to wear my beautiful Prairie Tunic when I attend the Yarn Harlot event in Eugene, Oregon. That's right I am finally going to do something that qualifies as knitty-fun-goodness. Kim of "Kim Knits (and sometimes not)" very graciously offered to get tickets for my MIL and I. If you haven't checked out her blog, I urge you to rush over and see her latest project in process, Lady Eleanor. She is a knitting machine with adorable dogs. And soon she will also be graced with some tasty Costa Rican coffee from a grateful moi.
Now, I am sure I'll get a bit of ribbing from Jon of Colorado Knits infamy. I am going to take it with a pea green grain of salt since he gets to go every single Stitches event. Clearly, I am a smidge jealous.
I should have much to report Saturday, so stay tuned. One last thing, Mickey Carrico if you are reading this screw you. I am soooo flipping you off. And this time you don't know where I live or how I walk home. Ha!!
Um, could everybody agree not tell Mickey anything. Much apprecited.
In her 87 years she has built a quite a reputation as an amazing seamstress and cook. She sews much less these days but she still whips up all kinds tasty treats. Her bread pudding in particular is to die for. The above picture is her holding culinary court over my mother while making her famous Christmas cake. She may be 87 but she still runs the show.
Feliz cumpleaños Abuelita! Te quiero.
Yay! It is my birthday............
Quick birthday etiquette question, on Thursdays our US mail is brought to us by our handy dandy mail forwarder. Since I work from home I will be here when Van's b-day gift arrives. He will not. Is it wrong to rip open the package that has my gift? Or should I wait?
And I am so devoting an hour today to myself to knit, drink tea and watch crappy tv.
Who remembers the poster with the kitten hanging on a branch with the words "Hang In There" splashed across the bottom? I do and as it turns out, I am that kitten. It has been a rough couple of days around the house.
Firstly, my stepson missed his return flight because the itinerary we got from his mother listed the day he arrived for departure. Since it is a red eye back to Europe an arrival on the 11th requires departure on the 10th. We never checked the ticket and voila chaos ensued. We were able to get him a return on Monday. But still the stress for her, him and us! That day everyone was the kitten!
I have spent the last three days battling a very persistent migraine and Van has not been feeling to well either. So these last few days have been tough. I have continued to work on the front of the Prairie Tunic. I am mere 3 inches away from shaping the top third. The lace pattern is so fun to knit and absolutley gorgeous!
This week promises to be insane. It includes my grandmother's birthday, Costa Rican Mother's Day and my birthday, in addition to getting my stepson off, work and prepping for our trip to the US. Like I said, I am the kitten and I am hanging in there. Paws don't fail me now!
Things have been turned upside down and sideways in my house these past few weeks. But in a good way! My 14 year old stepson is visiting and we are busy showing him the sights. So far has been rafting and seen the waterfalls, the beach and local sights. Tomorrow we head to Arenal, an active volcano. Dum, da dum dum dum......
Being a generally childless couple, it has been a real adventure having a kid in the house. And I am once again showing my potential to be an overly worrisome mother type. Things like fruit and vegetable consumption, proper use of sunscreen and age appropriate television occupy my mind. Of course, it isn't too hard when the kid is a great egg who took the time time to admire my knitting.
I;d love to post more but we are going to watch the last Harry Potter movie. I told you he was a cool kid!