Obsession

I get into these moods.

A new pattern comes out and I want to knit it. Now. Immediately. I spend my time trying to find the perfect yarn to make the perfect sweater.

It has happened with this one. And this one. Most recently, this one.

Then I don't knit them.

I've done some thinking about this and why I don't follow through. I think it has to do with being worried about being let down. I'm a glass is half empty kind of person. I automatically think it just won't turn out. It'll be too small, or too large, or not flattering. I'll be horribly disappointed.

I retain my obsession with them, but I don't want to be let down.

The newest sweater on the block is in the most recent Vogue Knitting.

So will I actually follow through on this one? I feel like doing some fall knitting and this would be perfect.

I think I need to go peruse my Knitpicks options....

Eight Years Later

Eight years ago, I woke up to a rainy morning. I couldn't sleep. I got up and got dressed, did my hair, prettied up my face. I looked around the house and couldn't find anything to keep me interested. I looked at the drizzle. I paced. I read the paper but didn't take anything in. I made my sister and my cousin play Scrabble and I'm pretty sure I didn't win.

It was my wedding day and I couldn't wait to walk down the aisle.

It's funny how certain images stick in your head from significant occasions. I remember the Dude standing at the end of the aisle waiting for me. He looked a little pale. I remember the Gerber daisies I held in my hand. I remember my nephew saying, in a loud and very 2 year old voice "I dropped my tractor" at a very quiet moment in the ceremony. I remember pausing to let the lump in my throat go away while I tried to make it through my vows. I also remember the pause getting longer and longer. The Dude winked at me and I almost cried. I danced with my brother and he swung me around the floor. My dress became a sail as we swooshed in great circles.

We're different people today, eight years later. We've laughed. We've fought. We've disagreed on what colour to paint our living room. We've bought a house, new cars, a couch. We've travelled together and cuddled in front of our fireplace.

Eight years ago, I didn't realize what today would be like. We have one beautiful child and one on the way. We are each individuals with our own interests who love and appreciate each other. We make each other laugh.

Eight years ago, I thought I was going to love this man forever. And I was right.

Stay-cation

A week "away", but not leaving home brought us a....

...Trip to a swimming pool (one of the most exhausting endeavours we had all week)

...Trip to a museum
(the highlight was the bug room - even the bug-phobic ones in our family, ie. me, found it fascinating)

....Trip to the dentist, specialist, and other health-care professionals (can't be all fun all the time, right?)

...Trip to a local festival I haven't been to in years (a least 4 1/2 years, the same age as the Punk). We even took in a play that I could relate too personally.

....A birthday party (I am married to a very old man....cute, but old)

It also brought some good knitting.

New Socks

A Scarf - finishing this makes me a Ravlete

A Hat

I'm exhausted. I think I need a week off.

The Princess is a Dancing Queen

Everyone loves a wedding, especially if you're the Bride's neice.

See? Three neices all looking delightful and in need of a snack.

My Princess was the star of the dance floor. She danced with her Uncle D and her Great Baba (that's my Mother's Mother, just to clarify).

She danced with her Uncle Mark who is also her Godfather and her legal counsel.

She danced with other pretty little Princesses.

She danced with the Bride. A lot.

And she danced by herself when she had tired everyone else out.

And sure we're happy for the Happy Couple but my Princess stole the show.

Olympic Coverage

I love the Olympics. I'll watch anything. Sometimes I know the rules of the sport and sometimes I don't but I love seeing people doing their best. I cheer for the underdogs and scowl at cocky winners.

In my own pursuit of excellence, I have completed one of my events. This little hat was knit up for the Baby Dressage and will be much worn by the little person in waiting.

I used some cotton/silk I had bought months ago and it's very soft and cozy.

In the Sockput, I have completed one sock and am picking away at the second. Due to family events and a busy schedule, this project is taking longer than I had hoped but I'm making progress none the less.

I'm looking forward to watching some track and field events this week. There might even be some diving. (Those divers know how to work a Speedo, don't you think?)