Thursday, February 02, 2006

When the Going Gets Tough

I was sure yesterday was going to be a great day! Water sprites were happily entertaining themselves. (Note aquatic menagerie in sink.)

Birds were singing, the sun was shining. I guess I was just feeling waaay too virtuous about the six extra large loads of laundry I'd done, the straightening up, the basement cleanout progress, the prepackaging of meatloaf and meatballs before freezing the ground beef, yada yada yada.

Before I knew it, there was a major Disturbance in the Force, or something, and my day tanked. Since this is a family blog, I won't go into any details, other than to say that it was not the fault of any human. (Hint: we live in a heavily wooded area. With animals in the woods and fields.) An extra hats off to my husband, Vince Charming (and I call him that quite sincerely) for going above and beyond the call of duty to try to make me feel better after The Incident.

My recourse? I used up the last of that old dye (photos at 10!), and knit.

Dinosaur provided for scale

Last year, after knocking off a few scarves, a cowl, and a hat, I decided to jump on the Ribbi Cardi bandwagon. Unfortunately, my particular wagon lost a wheel on the drive to Disney World at Easter. The fronts and back were already finished. I started decreasing a sleeve on the wrong side or something, and there was an obvious error. But I didn't know how to fix it, nor could I see what I was doing because the yarn is so dark.

Poor Ribbi was set aside, and I didn't figure out how to correct the problem until recently. Yesterday I finished the first sleeve from the armhole shaping up, and got a good start on the second sleeve.

In completely unrelated news, another photo for the Ooh!PC archives. Evidence that if I want to run outside in my pajamas to take a photograph of knitting or something, my 8 year old is suddenly big enough that I can wear his snow boots. How did that happen?


Elle said...

What a cute pic! He looks really tickled with himself!

Amy said...

I can relate re: the feet size. I recently took a picture of my 6.5 YO son's bare foot up against my, not so small, size 9's and they were very close in size. Thankfully, I was the only one wearing toe nail polish. Doesn't it break your heart!