Saturday, November 29, 2008
Thursday, November 27, 2008
We took away my baby's binkie (in Stinky speak, that means blanket).
I know. Traumatic.
This binkie wasn't even originally made for him. I made it when I was pregnant with the Punk. And the Punk never got attached to it; there were too many other ones to get attached to. He preferred the quilt his grandma made him and he still sleeps with his quilt (which he calls his puppy....don't ask....there's no explanation) every night. So the binkie I made for him just never got used, and we put it away.
Then came along my baby. He, being the second child, did not get a plethora of baby gifts, and as a result had a lot less baby blankets. So we pulled out the handknit blanket and used it for him.
It was love.
He has a ridiculous fondness of this binkie. His fondness involves pulling loops from the stitches and then running his fingers through the loops.
Do you see the potential problem with this? Small loops become big loops, and big loops become safety concerns. I had visions of him wrapping loops around his neck in his crib. Not good visions. We kept a close eye on things, and anytime a loop reached a certain size, I'd snip it and then tie it down. We managed. The binkie got to stay in the bed.
Then he started eating fuzz off the binkie. He would offer binkie fuzz to everyone. "Want some, " he'd say as be picked a small little fuzz ball off his precious item. If you refused it, he would just eat it himself.
My husband started noticing more and more fuzz behind the crib when he vacuumed. I noticed more and more loops that had to be snipped. So, we made that difficult decision; the binkie had to go. We took away the binkie and placed it in our room for safe keeping. Stinky kept asking at night where it was and we'd tell him it was in the wash. This lasted a few nights. Then he somehow sniffed it out in our bedroom (like a homing beacon). We took it away again, this time hiding it in a very high spot that only I can reach (being the tallest in the family).
We then searched through the baby boxes in the basement to find a suitable replacement. We found a lovely little one that had no risk of loops or fuzz. Stinky has started to call it his "nice soft binkie" and seems to have grown a little bit of an attachment to it in the last few days, much to our relief.
But, it's still sad. Mostly for me. To see that loved and much used binkie up in our closet. The one I made for our first baby. The one I made with no thought for what would become of it. No idea that it would be so tattered and torn, not by our first, but our second, and our last. I will save that binkie. I might give it to the Stink one day when he's older; show him the lovable damage he inflicted on it.
Or I might not.
I might just keep it for me.
*this is what my husband said when trying to figure out why Stinky was eating the fuzz
Monday, November 24, 2008
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Monday, November 17, 2008
Friday, November 14, 2008
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
So, instead I'll pick my top 10 moments to try to give you a glimpse of the retreat. And don't let the word retreat lull you into believing it was in anyway relaxing. Because it wasn't. It was busy. And exhausting. And mind-expanding. And exhausting. And all in all amazing.
1. The Harlot. By far, the best part of the retreat. I cannot even explain how fabulous she was.
2. The Harlot telling me that she was "obsessed" with my sweater and that it was "wicked awesome". Seriously?
3. Meeting fabulous knitters who have ridiculous things in common with me. Freaky, really.
4. Learning that I know more than I thought, but that I also know so very little.
5. Being in the company of iconic knitters who have shaped the way we knit today from how they have knit historically. A history lesson and knitting lesson all in one.
6. Chatting, laughing and enjoying the company of the goofy Amy R. Singer.
(I'm wearing my Tuscany shawl that was designed by Amy)
7. The Norwegian purl. Go watch the video. It's crazy weird.
8. Being inspired to increase my knitting speed. Watch this lady. She knits about 125 stitches PER minute. That's 2 stitches a second. That is more than 3 times as fast as me. I only dream.
9. The food. I ate waaaaay too much. Pasta, poutine (yes, poutine - try explaining that to the Americans), bread pudding. YUM.
10. Three signed books. A keepsake forever.
I could not have asked for a better time. I feel re-invigorated and re-focused (even though I have about 5 things on the needles right now - the Harlot says this is actually a good thing). It has also reinforced my love of the craft and the community. Ahhhh....knitting with knitters as obsessed as you for 3 days....memorable.
*the Harlot's mantra we kept repeating on Friday as she was kicking our arse with ridiculous techniques.
Monday, November 10, 2008
I have so much to say, but I will, in time. Today's post is devoted to Lil' Jo.
Let's meet Lil' Jo.
She ate meals and drank beer with us.
She enjoyed time with friends.
She tried, unsuccessfully to Kinnear the Harlot.
She was exhausted by the end of each day and tucked herself in with a good book.
Then she had a big day with this lady.
Lil' Jo had a great time, and was lots of fun.
But not near as much fun as the real thing.
Next time, I'll unload all I learned, saw and experienced, from Brokeback mountain stitches, to arsed-up knitting, to Estonian lace and everything in between. And I am the mother of a 5 year old....so much to tell.
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
My love has entitled this shot "Elle pense" because, well, he's weird. I'm not trying to look studious, I'm just trying to cover up my double chin with my fist.
I bought this yarn at Make 1 Yarns just a couple weeks ago and it is gorgeous. The hat is perfect for fall and makes me feel just a little bit French (even though it's called the Crumpet beret...not sure why....). The leaves pop up a little from the background giving it an interesting texture.
The big question is can I pull off a beret? Can anyone really pull off a beret outside of Paris? Do I have to put on a French accent while wearing it? Or just say "oh la la" a lot?