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Friday, March 04, 2005

A note to all brokers on my radio station: please do not say "your analysis" on the air. Please.

In other news, this is what I've been working on all week:

Yup - the stockings. I started stocking one (of five) over, because I'd made several mistakes, not the least of which being gauge (which I swear was fine at first, but of course when I held it up to the sample, wasn't anywhere close.

I'll show you the difference between me (stupidly) using the needle size they recommend, and using what my gut tells me to - often three sizes down:

That's worsted weight on size two needles, baby. Yeah, I knit loose, and despite my first measuring of gauge being fine, the second attempt at the stocking is much better. I've managed to fix the little glitchy mistakes I made on the first (bigger) stocking, and now that I'm past the alien babies ("Christmas Children" according to the pattern) it's going faster. I got halfway through Santa last night, and after that theres's just a Christmas tree section, then the foot.

But because of my cold (which sucks, because I don't LOOK sick. If I'm going to feel achy and miserable and tired, I should at least get a stuffy nose to get some pity, right? No, just back of the throat congestion, so I'm horribly uncomfortable, and my head is throbbing, and no one notices.) I decided that "My Stuff Weekend" could begin this morning, so I pulled out some of the green yarn I got from Jen last weekend, and started a pair of socks for me. No, I haven't finished Aslan-the-sock. I want these for St. Patrick's Day. Plus it's "My Stuff Weekend" so I don't have to feel guilty about anything, so you just hush.

It started with this, and my baller...


And then I remembered why I want a swift (maybe I'll treat myself at Maryland)


Before long I had this on my lap

And he helped with this

And in no time I had this!

... the tip-toe of the first St. Patrick's Sock. I'm about four inches up the foot now, and I'm hoping I'll be done or close by the end of the weekend.

In answer to Carolyn's comment yesterday, we have often said that if Trevor had opposable thumbs, he'd be dangerous. He is extremely smart (well, all my animals are) and has gotten himself into trouble his whole life because of that. When he was about 8 months old, he broke into a kitchen cabinet that was above my head, pulled out a box of spaghetti, opened the box, and spread the uncooked noodles around the apartment. He knew how to turn on and off the lights by jumping up and hitting the toggle switch on his way back down. He plays fetch, and knows his favorite toy by name (Stephen, a small stuffed chicken). He plays the "I'm not touching you" game that every mother of grade school boys knows, and can open almost any door in the house. One of his favorite perches is the top of doors... But you'll hear more about Trevor at the end of the month, when we celebrate his birthday...
Petting

8 Comments:

Blogger Carol said...

I love your Trevor. I wish I lived close enough to come visit him! Yesterday's comment about Oscar jumping for joy when you come home reminds me of my cat -- she used to turn summersaults when my daughter and I arrived home at the end of the day. Really. Summersaults. Feel better soon.

3:19 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Amie!! I love love love your stockings!! You won't believe this -I just woke up from a nap and I dreamed that I wanted to knit - A Stocking!! I was dreaming on how proud you would be of me! I ended up on a road-trip bus to San Diego to a special AC Moore that had all the supplies - and I had a baby Emma on my lap! I never got there - I woke up - I wonder if it was a premonition?
Hummmm . . . Nancy

4:16 PM  
Blogger Rebekah said...

I don't even celebrate Christmas, but last year I made this exact same stocking for a friend whose grandmother used to knit this pattern, but was no longer able to and she wanted one for her husband. My pattern was incredibly hard to read, it was the pattern her grandmother had used for years, and years, and year, well from when Red Heart still sold wool yarn.

4:25 PM  
Blogger vi said...

thaddeaus would be dangerous also if he only had opposable thumbs.....however he wants to take over the universe and horde all the cat food for himself.
meanwhile.....calpurrnia is in the corner playing with a leaf and singing .....la la la..
oye
vi
Feel better Amie

7:54 PM  
Blogger Donna said...

Feel better soon!

Yes, treat yourself to a swift. You won't regret it. I tried to save time the other night by not pulling ours out to wind three skeins into balls. Well...I should have taken the extra 5 minutes to get it out and set it up.

8:49 AM  
Blogger Jennifer said...

Gad. That wad of yarn made me cringe!

Get yourself a cheap little table top clamp-on swift ... I used one of these for years, and they work *great*. Plus, they take up only a smidge of space when not in use.

Check out the plastic/metal one at Halcyon for $39.50.

http://www.halcyonyarn.com/odds_ends/Swifts_ConeBall_Winders.html

hmmmm. I HAD one of these ~ can't find it now. Realize that I just might have left it at the KR retreat!

Hugs, Jen

9:26 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

The "alien babies" had me cracking up, and I needed a good laugh. Thanks.

Alyx
http://stringtheoryfiberarts.typepad.com

5:13 PM  
Blogger Elayne said...

What is it with Christmas stockings....I just picked up the "Christmas Stocking" book from the library...planning to make one for my dd's two dogs. I know, I know, that's worse than dumb.

Wishing you well very soon.

4:29 AM  

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