Ravelry

As I'm a total nerd when it comes to... uhm... anything, I could not believe my New Knitting Nerd Goddess Luck when I came upon Ravelry.

Its a web site for those who enjoy the ancient art of knitting or crochet. Oh yes, I said it. Ancient Art! I mean, think about it, someone sat down, expanded on weaving, and started making cool stuff with their bare hands and looms. Then moving to sticks. Who did this? Maybe a community of women? One woman who wanted something more? Maybe she forced all the pre-teens to sit and fiddle until they came up with something close to what we know as knitting today? Maybe one of those kids came up with new and amazing ways to weave and twine on sticks and... and the matriarch took the credit! Oh the scandal.

And then, who said lets shave a sheep for wool and card it and rove it. Did I miss a huge step in there? It really is amazing that these ideas came from some creative and curious mind!

Anyway, I digress and you could probably just look it up on Wikipedia.
Ravelry is a way for knitters to join around the globe with their favourite patterns and yarns. To discuss problems and solutions. But what I like the best is it is a way to Catalogue your projects. You can Queue up projects that you plan on making. Or you can add Favourites just to oggle. Maybe those favourites will make it to your queue in the future. Add photos to your projects and a comment.

Maybe you have a ridiculous amount of yarn that you've collected from sales or it was just too yummy to pass up. But what do you do with it? You can look up all sorts of patterns to use up your yarn! I hope I get there one day. A stash of yarn all dying to be used. = )

In the meantime, visit my Ravelry page to see my one and only project listed there so far.

More Like June Ravelry

Big Bad Baby Blanket

Hallelujah! Its finished. The blanket is finished! And I barely got it done for the birth of my new niece. *beam* > that's for the baby. Not myself. Although I am thrilled that I made it in time, although just by the skin of my teeth!

I learned a lot from this experience.
1. Have a crochet hook on hand.
2. Have faith to Ribbit.
3. Pay Attention! (dropped stitches... he-hem)
4. 'Relax' - I think my gauge is tight.
5. Its all worth it in the end.

From ripping out the first 10 rows twice to fixing dropped stitches with a bobbi pin, due to lack of proper equipment, I did it. I know I already mentioned that... but I did! I really made my first blanket from pattern and it looks how it should! (We won't talk about the 'real' first blanket just yet. You know, the one I was working on when I was on bed rest. Because its technically still not finished. But that's another story)

Let's just get to this one and tell you how I wrapped it up.

I've always been a procrastinator. I started this baby blanket in May. I figured baby's due in September... easy! Except I didn't stay on it and it was hard to get used to... (All those high school exam excuses) And in the last 3 weeks, I felt the pressure! So every night I spent time doing a few rows. On labour day weekend I did a lot since we went to my parents place and I had to show off for my mom and pull it out and knit away. Show her my mad skillz ya know? Then I totally screwed up. After putting my knitting down halfway across a row I picked it up and knit backwards! Yeah. Huge Bummer. I figured that out 4 rows later. But my mom came to the rescue and helped me get back on track.

So the baby was born and I rushed those last rows in and then realized. Ugh. I have to bind off! How the crap do I bind off?! Thank goodness for Google videos. But for the love of... why don't they all start out by saying, "Binding off is simple. You will still be knitting they way you have been, its just what you do with the stitches after you've done a couple." I was all worried about learning yet another method of stitches. But it was easy, even in seed stitch and its done. Done done done. Actually, take back one of those 'dones'. I don't have a crochet or yarn needle to weave in the ends. But once I do it will be done!

I presented it to my sister in law anyway. She loved it. Then I promptly took it back so that I could finish it. I'm a jerk. I know. But I couldn't show up to meet her baby empty handed!

Soaking it in wool wash to soften it up.

I used our baby foam floor mats to block it.

This was gorgeously coloured wool. Liberty Wool #7896 Sunset... machine washable!

Look at that seed stitch!

My daughter modeling it for me.

It is not done in "polite society."

I spat in my hand.
I did.
My mom told me to do it.
I was working on the baby blanket (that never ends!) while visiting her and she helped me tuck in the loose ends where I started new skeins. And then she mentioned that she'd heard of a trick with wool where you spit in your palm and rub the two pieces together causing them to 'felt' together so that no ends stick out and you can then just knit the new yarn in, no knots.
So tonight I tried it.
And, well, it worked! No pokey ends. But it can't be synthetic, only real wool.
However, next time I do it, I'll brush my teeth first. Nothing like your bad breath mushed into your palm.

PC at the Park

I know kids need to learn to handle themselves. I know... I really do!

My son who is now just shy of three is big enough that I don't need to worry about him on the playground for the most part. He can climb high and I know he won't accidentally stagger off the edge. (Unless a bigger kid gets rambunctious and bumps him.) But on the ground, he should be fine! Pfffttt... today I realized I still need to watch carefully.

Picture this. I'm nursing the 4 month old.
I see my son join the 4 + 5 year olds who are running and wrestling. Three of them.
He has no idea how to take someone down. But he found out 3 times in a row. He was the one who went down.

First a clothes line kinda hit. "Oooh" gasp from my friend and I. But my son gets up.
Then a trip to land him on his face. "He'll be okay." Meanwhile struggling to get the baby off my boob.
Then a full on pile drive while he's already down. I'm UP!

Are their moms even paying attention just 20ft away?
Nope. My son gets tackled and smooshed and a mouth full of sand.
I want him to play freely and deal but my Mama Bear kicked in and I marched over with baby on hip to the centre ready to pile drive them all. (Is that wrong?)
Luckily one Nanny dove in and finally one mother but not without me piping up, "Let's go Jordan, they're obviously too big to play with." (I have carefully chosen my words since I can be a bit too sassy and I do have to see these people in the park every day)

But really. Even if your child is big enough to handle himself please make sure they don't pummel other small beings at the park.

My temper was calmed a bit as the mom who stepped in did have her son apologize. But I was still cranky. I wanted revenge! LOL

I'm not a 'helicopter parent' but I do ask respect of others and I just hope when I send my boy off to Nursery School in two weeks that the image of a bigger kid sitting on him and whacking his head on the sand isn't imprinted on my brain!

Frozen Jets

If I were a kid and it was summertime what would be so awesome?
Popsicles at my beck and call!
There was a great recipe for Fudge Popsicles on Smitten Kitchen that just had to be made. My son, 34 months, would be the taste tester. And then if it goes well, I think to myself, we'll do more! Well, it took all summer to find the darn popsicle molds (and my sister to find them to boot) Real cool Jets. But hey, its end of August and there's still lots of popsicle time left.
Heck, a kid will eat a popsicle during a snow storm they're so fun!

So here's how it finally went down.
I say to my son at 7pm, "Want to help me make popsicles?"
He says "Yay!"
I think there's lots of time before his 7:30 bed time. There will be no problem to squeeze it in.
Duh me. I always do this. Preparation takes forever and then the thickening of the fudge... Boo me. Its bed time for bonzo and I'm only half done.

Batman helping stir the pot. Don't worry, this was supervised!

So I carry on on my own and get them in the freezer so he can have them tomorrow after the park.

But then we forget.
And we forget.
Aaaaaand forget.
But today, 3 days later, I finally remembered! Hallelujah!
I think he liked it.

Thank Goodness For Rain!

If it weren't for the rain my poor outdoor plants might already be dead. Instead they're hanging on for dear life, which is kind of like torture, I know. But I used to be so good with my plants! Outdoor and Indoor plants. My orchids... my beautiful orchids... they haven't bloomed for a year now. My jade plant. Dead. And after my sister took such good care of them all while selling/staging/moving etc. I've always prided myself on my plant keeping. Every day I look right at them and think, 'Oh! Gotta water it!' But that's as far as I get lately.

Instead, my kids get fed and watered. So I figure, I'm good.

However, I do feel guilty about the outdoor plants. This year my fiance had the lovely idea to let me pick my plants for Mother's Day. Perfect timing and I was so thrilled! I picked Lilies and Mini Roses. But... alas... here are my roses now. Gasping for life after a rainfall. And the Lilies. Dead.

Race Against The Baby

Remember that post from May? More Than I Can Chew?
Well, I ended up putting it down for awhile, then made mistakes, had to rip out all 10 rows of 126 stitches and start over way behind schedule.

And now I'm on my way but racing against the due date of the baby that it is for! Early September a niece is coming and I really want this ready but... I keep hitting road blocks. The first 10 rows of Seed/Moss stitch were impossible! But now in the centre pattern I am able to knit without the worry of "where the *bleep!* did I leave off?".  Cause with a toddler and an infant you now I will have to drop it at any moment.

I'm LOVING the colours.

The blanket is in quadrants. Maybe the photos below will show you what I mean.

But I have messed up the Moss stitch coming up the one side too. But just one side is cursed. The other half has had no errors, so the 'wrong side' has to be forgiven once this is done because its just causing me so much grief! I stopped ripping out the mistakes. The Moss stitch is just not Mossy sometimes. Oh well.

The upper mustard colour is my Moss stitch gone bad. Lower mustard colour = good.

Look at those yummy colours!