Sooking

Feeling a bit yuk this evening – I’ve been coughing all day, not helped by yelling at Year 3 four times in one lesson (unheard of!), then had a headache by the time I got home, so spent an hour in bed before dinner.
After dinner I started trawling through Ravelry, much to my Mum’s interest, and we ended up going through the project pages for the Babette Blanket – every time I see that thing I itch to get started! I think it might have to wait a while though – so many other things to make (Finish!) first.
Now I’m going to work on my Poipool sock for a few rounds, and go to sleep. To sleep, perchance to kick the lurgy in the proverbial.

Long-held Lust for Lace

Ever since I saw the waving lace socks in Vogue a few years ago, I’ve wanted to make them. Reading everyone’s comments on what to make, and trawling through Tink’s Rav queue, plus a little extra pattern-hopping (as you do), brought me back to Charlene Schurch. It’s a while since I’ve made anything from Sensational Knitted Socks, which is a shame because it is a fabulous book! So, after an initial flirtation with the idea of the arrowhead lace, I turned the page and found the Ribbed Lace, and my fate was sealed. I’ve knitted one full repeat so far, and I’m in luuuuuurv!

Do you want to see? (I want to knit and knit and knit – and I’m thrilled with how my skills are progressing: a sock that would have been a big challenge two years ago feels like lovely fun now!) (please Yarn Gods, that is not a request for resizing of my ego – I just meant that I can read my knitting, follow the chart, correct mistakes of which I’ve already made a couple – no need to teach me lessons, pleeeease!)

Ok, I’ll show you.

Pieds Violets Dans la Lavende

I have another pic, a closeup of the lace, but without some cropping there is far too much wintry leg distracting from the gorgeous sock.

Let me toy with piknik for a mo, and see what I can do.

Ok, lace pervs, click here to see.

In other news, girls have been photographed for the dance concert (end of this month), some gardening has occurred (lobelia beside front door, general weeding of bed bordering path), endless washing has happened, lovely morning tea at Salamanca this morning, went to dinner last night with hubby to celebrate (belatedly, but this meant we had babysitters) our birthdays and anniversary, also went to movies (a biennial event) to see The Box. Not an upbeat movie, exactly. And why was it always the wives? Work is busy, but fun. Enjoying my parents’ visit. Occasionally opening a book. Reading blogs once a week. Gym twice a week.

Erk. Listing it all is taking up my valuable hiding-from-kids time!

I’ll stop now, and let you get on with blog surfing

 

 

 

Yesterday’s sock

I have 3 cms of ribbing, 64sts around of Poipool by Donyale, and NO IDEA what pattern to do.
Cables?
Lace?
Chevrons? (nah, not jaywalkers – they won’t fit over my heel)
Maybe Spring Forward? http://knitty.com/ISSUEsummer08/PATTspringforward.html

Please tell me what to knit!!!

Highway Knitting

It’s hard to believe, but even little old Hobart has traffic jams sometimes. Lucky I had a sock in my bag…
(no time to insert – here’s the link)
http://www.flickr.com/photos/knights_dont_knit/4053144567/in/set-72157616743636759/

And now, back to our regular programming

Monday, work day, so far I’ve walked the dogs (only a quickie), hung out the sheets, abluted, dressed, grabbed some lunch, urged the boy on, identified the whereabouts of various articles of clothing for two children, nearly finished breakky, received a package from WA (picutres – yay!) and am updating this whilst waiting for the boy to be ready to leave.
Our three days away were lovely thank you, various dashes in forms of transport interspersed with much sitting and yakking with family and friends. I knitted away on my Scarlet Woman, and have finished both sleeves and have one ball to go on the torso, so it may even reach the bottom of my ribcage!
The boy is ready – must dash, but will reply to backlog of emails this evening, I hope!

Nearly ready to go!

Bags are more or less packed, I have some Scarlet knitting organised but am dithering over adding something cottony – it is going to by 30* ish weather (YAY!) and maybe a little warm for sustained wool handling… or there’s some silk that could be mitts? hmmm….
Anyway folks, I’ll catch you later!

Knitting Update

Proof that this is indeed a knitting blog – half a Scarlet Woman Cardi-lero:

I have been picking up the red red Zara and working it into an Anthropologie-Inspired Capelet-inspired Adaptation, and am now two balls into the four I got from Penni’s destash.

In the car yesterday, on the way to the Oatlands Spring Festival, I mentioned my name for this project, and the MOMD enquired as to my reasoning. I explained it thusly:

• It’s really, really red
• I only have four balls of 8ply Zara
• That is only enough for a very cropped, very fitted cardi
• I will therefore be presenting some snugly scarlet feminine frontage to the world
• Red bosom = Scarlet Woman!!

The MOMD contemplated the mental images for a moment, and graciously indicated his approval.

Random Saturday

• Cuddles in bed
• Breakky made for me
• Knitting at my daughters’ dancing classes
• Chatting with my parents and looking forward to their visit
• Strolling through the markets, the trees decorated with candelabras of blossoms, buskers and local schools adding music to the air
• Sitting at the table of a great cafe, knitting around the three year old asleep on my lap
• Twenty minutes later, eating a lovely bacon bruschetta around the three year old asleep on my lap
• Sitting in our backyard, having a leisurely cup of tea, piece of jaffa cake and conversation with the MOMD
• Walking around the city watching the evening come in until it was time to go collect my son from his friend’s birthday party
• Admiring the view of lights across the water and stars in the deep teal sky as we drive home
• A quiet evening sitting on the lounge, hap-hazardly wandering through Ravelry forums, emails and Twist patterns, a few crumbs hold the memory of cake

It was a lovely birthday.

And You Feared I Couldn’t Do It!

Yet Here I Am!

Blogging!!

The sun is not obscured by a skyful of clouds today, I am not letting the anti-bug hair ministrations (upon my son’s cranium) ruin my morning (at least the girls don’t seem to be hosting any), there is the usual range of washing to do, and….

I got several rows of knitting done last night! There will be more today!! Dancing classes are very good sitting-down time

And…!

I read some blogs last night!! And commented!!!

AND….!!

I have Rav open to see what’s been going on!!!!

WOO HOO!!!!! I am on bloggy FIRE!!!!!!!!

Slackitude

Dear Bloggy Friends,
I shall not shillyshally around with polite references to the weather or inquiries as to familial health. No, just this once, I will come straight to the point.
Slackitude.
I have not been posting much recently – why? Slackitude.
I have not been knitting every knit to provide fascinating blogfodder – why? Slackitude.
I have not completed – or even started! – my Christmas shopping list yet, and have absolutely no idea what to buy/make/give anyone – why? Slackitude.
I have not vaccumed the cedar venetians recently, and it shows! I have not fixed loose buttons, sewn hems, tidied bookshelves or weeded the garden.
Why?
Slackitude.

I offer this public apology to all my blog friends for not commenting often enough.
I apologise for not knitting enough to have tragically amusing stories of What I Did Wrong, nor joyously uplifting stories of What I Did Right.
I have wobbled a little on my exercise course, splurged a little on the luxuries, stayed up a little late reading books.

Now is the time for me to cast aside my slackitude, to see it for the deceiver it really is! It is not freeing me from domestic chores (the maturity thing keeps me washing and tidying just a bit every day). It is not giving me more time to spend with my friends (they’re all on Rav wondering where the Eternal-Airport-Lounge-With-No-Knitting I am (yarn addicts equivalent of you-know-where)).
No, slackitude is robbing me of the fun leisure stuff, the important stuff, the stuff that makes me feel good. And it has got to stop, so I can start!
Which I will!

Tomorrow.

Probably.