Knitting notes
I can sum up my last two days in one word: knitting. I’ve been knitting like a madwoman. Part of this is from the sheer joy of not having to do anything else and not being ABLE to do anything else. Gary, Karen, Trace, and I drove from Dallas to Atlanta on Saturday, leaving very early in the morning and arriving not too late at night. It was a good trip. Gary drives like the hounds of hell are after him, but he does it safely (as safely as can be at that speed), so we made good time getting here. Trace was a great baby for almost the entire ride out, and that’s more than you can hope for with a six-month-old. Karen was her usual self, and I’ll leave those of you who know her to figure that out for yourselves.
I literally spent the entire drive knitting. I was determined to finish the wrap that I’m making for myself. I wanted to finish it so I could wear it, and I wanted to finish it so I could get it off of my needles and move on to the wrap that I’m making for my mother. I got to the next-to-last section, where the decreases begin and it tapers to its final point, and I’ve now discovered that I need one more skein of yarn. I’m actually angry about this because the yarn in question is over $20 a skein, I wanted it done, I knit true to gauge, and the pattern said I only needed what I bought. I’m also mad because now I’m going to have extra of this yarn. I’m contemplating making a headband/earwarmer thing, but I didn’t want a wool blend that close to my eyes. Oh well.
Since I couldn’t get anywhere else on that, I turned to my other project: a stripey dog sweater for Alex, made with the extra sock yarn I have from the twins’ sweaters. He’s a small dog and it’s coming along very quickly. It helps when you spend seven hours knitting it, too. It will be quite cute when it’s done.
I’m on a dial-up connection right now, and I’d best be off to get the line free. I had to go online to check on my mother and father’s Christmas presents, both of which were eaten by the internet. Mom’s order was cancelled without me knowing it (Eddie Bauer sent a MAIL letter to tell me) and had to be re-ordered. Dad’s order apparently never made it through. I’m just a bit irritated, as you might imagine.
Happy Christmas, Erin. Remember: happy Christmas. :-)
