Kitchenering armholes and weaving in ends! Woo Hoo! Do you recognize this long-lost project?
Archive for August, 2008
Socks, drying on the line
Guess who turned a year old this month? Yes… the cutest dog in the world…
and an FO I have absolutely no use for. I don’t Yoga. I just wanted to make them :o)
Pattern: made up, 60 stitches, 2×2 rib
Yarn: Regia Design Line, Kaffe Fassett, colorway4255
Needles: Knit Picks Harmony DPN, size 2
Our adventure weekend was perfect. We spent the weekend just driving wherever we pleased, stopping whenever we saw something interesting, and spent most of the time on back roads and dirt roads. Like we did when we first met in college and couldn’t afford to do anything else :o)
As promised, we headed off Northwest :o)
We stopped for a bit in Solvang, where they were having a car show,
and the hubby bought me yarn
Then the hubby drove me through lots of places he’s been, out hiking, or searching, or hunting, that I only knew of by name, and we just enjoyed driving through the backcountry
We finally decided on a good place to camp
We laid out the sleeping bags in the back of the truck and sat down to enjoy the “dinner” we picked up along the way (drinking wine out of our empty waterbottles :o)
The hubby laughed, and said “We sure haven’t evolved much, have we? Still sleeping in the back of my pickup and drinking cheap wine at a picnic table. The only thing that has changed is now we can afford a corkscrew and to pay for the campsite!”
We just laughed and enjoyed the sunset, and couldn’t have been happier.
This is how Layla feels about all the kids leaving for school…
“Why you want to leeeeeave me??”
The hubby and I are also taking off… just for the weekend. It kind of played out like this:
Hubby, to the kids: You’re mom are getting away next weekend. I feel a road trip coming on.”
Me: We are? Sweet? Where are we going?
Hubby: Don’t know yet. We’ll have to think about it.
Hubby: I can’t decide where we should go. Do you have any ideas?
Me: What are you thinking, camping, staying somewhere….
Hubby: Anything. I’m trying to think of someplace different. I have no ideas yet.
—insert very stressfull work at week, not a lot of talking… I’m a little afraid the trip may be off…
Hubby: said to the room, to no one in particular “I’ve got it all figured out. I’ve come down with a plan. I think this is going to work out real nice for me.” Now- at this point I don’t know if he’s talking about life in general, what motorcycle he wants to buy next.. heck, with him it could be ANYTHING!
Me: What do you have figured out? (she asks timidly)
Hubby: We’re throwing a couple of sleeping bags in the back of the truck and an ice chest, and just driving off.
Me: Do you have anywhere in mind.
Hubby: Not at all. It’s adventure. I don’t even know if we’ll need the sleeping bags, we might not even camp – they’re just in case.
Me: Ok… sounds good!
Me: about an hour later… “Do you have any idea which direction you’ll head when we start off”
hmmm. since we live 20 miles from the coast, I’m thinking west isn’t much of an option (he knows I’m not getting on a boat, we already ruled out Catalina), and I’m not sure he was totally serious about north. All I’m sure of is we’re heading off Saturday for “somewhere.” It’s all good with me – he hasn’t disappointed me yet. I’ll let ya’ll know where we end up.
… but I play one in my mind.
The kids went back to school today! (OK, college, but it still counts)
Kaity and I take our Olympic cheering seriously. Especially when it comes to swimming. And, we know how to pick ’em. If there’s no American to root for in a specific heat, we either pick the hottest guy, or the one with the funniest name. It’s a scientific system, but it works for us.
Right now… as I type this, I need to stop and root for Michael Phelps. Hold on… I’ll be back in a sec (he’s fast).
Ok – I’m back. He won, of course. I just love how he kicks it into 2nd gear that last half lap. I could watch that guy swim all day. Gold medal #10, greatest Olympic champion of all time. Love that guy. And his mom.
So, here’s our conversation in the pool this morning before we start our laps – my swimming partner and I:
Dano: Do you see that thing they do when they start the breast stroke?
Me: The dolphin kick?
Dano: Yeah, that…. do you do that?
Me: I try.
Fade to the end of our first lap, getting ready to make our turn… I can actually hear her laughing under water. We stop at the end of the pool….
Me: Are you laughing at my dolphin kick?
Dano: No….. I TRIED to dolphin kick.
Yeah…. we’re good. Tomorrow we’re gonna try flip turns. That should be even funnier!
Pattern: Gloria Cowl
Yarn: Knit Picks Imagination, color: Damsel I held the yarn doubled. Can you see where I switched skeins and didn’t make sure to stagger my yarns. Bummer. I was probably too busy oogling some hot swimmer with a funny name to pay attention :o)
Needles: some bamboo size 8’s I had lying around
Time to knit: 2 days of watching Olympic swimming and gymastics, with a smattering of diving.
When I last checked in, I was going to do a daily update of my “time alone.” Well, after Day 2, the whole rest of the week went by and I never even checked in with you. Turns out… I was so busy I didn’t even have time to be lonely. I hung out with friends, saw Mamma Mia, twice…. and sat around the house and watched a few more movies. (Plus, as I’m up at 4:00 every morning to haul my tired bones downstairs to work, I pretty much have to go to sleep when the street lights come on, so there’s not a lot of night life going on).
And remember those big knitting ambitions? Um… yeah, I got two rows knit on Hanami, not two repeats. Sad, I know. But, I did finish the toe of my sock (even kitchenered since this picture!
So, what was different about being alone? The glaring notables….
Well, I only ran the dishwasher once ALL week, instead of once a day, and that wasn’t even a full load.
The kitchen counter was always clean and dirty-dish-free. The towels were always hang on the towel rod in the bathroom…. and, dum-da-da-da!!!….. the toilet paper was always ON the holder! – not living on the counter with the empty rolls! Just as I always suspected – THEY are the culprits – the messy ones! Documented proof.
Well, truth be told, my smug victory and clean living surfaces are not really as fun as having the family around and I did look forward to them all coming home.
But, I have to admit, it was nice.