I really like this picture.
I like the actual wrap. Sort of. I enjoyed knitting it. Sort of. But I really like this picture.
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Liam
Don't get me wrong. I love both of my nephews equally. They are amazing, wonderful little people. But Liam .... ah, Liam. He is such a fascinating little man. I hope that he will always amaze and entertain me the way he does now. I hope it isn't just something he has when he's 4 (and when he was 2 and 3 as well, to be honest). I hope it never gets squished out of him by people and situations that curb his uniqueness.
We spent the day together today and here is a random sampling of the things he did that just crack me up -
He looked around the house and then dragged a chair up to the sink in the kitchen and announced that he was going to wash some dishes. After cleaning a spoon and a spatula, he decided that he was done.
We were under the covers, hiding from the imaginary monster and he told me I should get up and turn the lights on, because he was pretty sure that I was much braver than he is.
He insisted that we take the stale bread out to the backyard and throw it around to feed the birds and the squirrels. I told him I thought it was too cold and rainy, but he said they were probably still hungry.
While we were having lunch at the mall, he asked if he could have the fortune cookie that came with my Chinese food. Before opening it, he guessed that the fortune would say " This mall is going to self-destruct in 10 minutes, so you better eat fast."
When we were getting groceries at the Safeway, he was amazed to discover that there were kids toy cars on the shelf right next to the cat food. He surmised that this was probably so that while you were buying cat food, you might decide to get something for a little kid too, just because ...
He spead out the mats I use for blocking my knitting on the floor, in a long line and then asked me to sit down on them and "show him my moves". I guess he was thinking of yoga. I had to inform him that "Auntie Jo doesn't have any moves".
Funny little dude.
We spent the day together today and here is a random sampling of the things he did that just crack me up -
He looked around the house and then dragged a chair up to the sink in the kitchen and announced that he was going to wash some dishes. After cleaning a spoon and a spatula, he decided that he was done.
We were under the covers, hiding from the imaginary monster and he told me I should get up and turn the lights on, because he was pretty sure that I was much braver than he is.
He insisted that we take the stale bread out to the backyard and throw it around to feed the birds and the squirrels. I told him I thought it was too cold and rainy, but he said they were probably still hungry.
While we were having lunch at the mall, he asked if he could have the fortune cookie that came with my Chinese food. Before opening it, he guessed that the fortune would say " This mall is going to self-destruct in 10 minutes, so you better eat fast."
When we were getting groceries at the Safeway, he was amazed to discover that there were kids toy cars on the shelf right next to the cat food. He surmised that this was probably so that while you were buying cat food, you might decide to get something for a little kid too, just because ...
He spead out the mats I use for blocking my knitting on the floor, in a long line and then asked me to sit down on them and "show him my moves". I guess he was thinking of yoga. I had to inform him that "Auntie Jo doesn't have any moves".
Funny little dude.
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Rings of Koigu
It's great to get back to some sock knitting again. I did a ton of lace this year and I've missed my socks. So ... pair one of the self-impossed sock club (ala The Yarn Harlot). The pattern is Burning Rings of Fire by Kristin Kapur, in Koigu KPPPM. It's sort of turning into a Koigu socks club, since I'm on my third pair of Koigu socks now, and I have an awful lot of it laying around in my office. I think I could easily knit nothing but Koigu socks for at least a year. But then, of course, my Wollmeise would languish and get sad. So that won't happen.
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