The part I wonder about is this. All these bloggers put up myriad pictures of their kids because they are proud that little 'Lucy'*and 'Skippy'* look so cute in their new outfit or whatever. Then, after they give out their kids' names, they proceed to tell you the name of the town they live in, where they shop on Tuesday afternoons, which park they take the children to for playtime, etc. Is it me, or is this just dangerous? There are strange people out there in the world, people. There are people that are harmful in their intent. It seems like it's being made too easy for these people to find these children if they stumble across the site where they are featured.....
Yeah, Yeah, I'm a worrywart. It's what I do. I do it often and well. I know I posted a picture of my grandchild to be a couple of weeks ago, but I'm relatively sure that nobody is going to recognize him/her from a picture taken when they were an 8 week fetus.
* Lucy and Skippy are our dogs names. Good luck dognapping them. One of them bites and the other is just a plain old pain in the ass.
For whatever reason, it seems that 99% of the time I have a compulsion to figure out how to make things on my own rather than getting and/or using an existing pattern. Here's what it looks like when I'm figuring something out:
There will be knitting content very soon. Unfortunately, the son is a Colts fan (we're Steelers fans here) so the baby to be will be getting a blue/white sweater, sigh. What's a grammy to do. That amuses me so much! The whole grammy thing is still new, but it will surely wear off eventually.
I'll be back there for way too much time I'm sure, it's like being a kid in a candy store. Who could resist? If anyone wants to say hey, I'm TerriLynn in there, too. (The person who's looking at everything to the exclusion of putting her own stuff up.)
OK, one other thing. Grammy needs to get some yarn and such for baby things. Go check out my stitch markers and see if anything appeals to you!
The weather has taken a turn for the better. It was 53F here last night. Perfect sleeping weather to snug in. Apparently the dogs thought it was, too. Little monsters woke me up at 12:30 last night pinning me to the bed with the blanket so tight it actually hurt. Aaahhh, the joys of being loved. After I wiggled out of bed, it was easier to just go downstairs and curl up on the couch for a couple of hours.
Why was it easier??? Because Skippy, the chubby butt beagle, will pretend to be asleep when you try to get him off the bed. It's really funny in a twisted sort of way. He's laying there, you know he's awake (not snoring - he ALWAYS snores when he's really asleep), he knows you know he's awake. You act all stern, say "Skip Down!" and do the hand motion. He lays there with his eyes closed. You do it again, "Skip GET DOWN!" and do the hand motion along with finger snap. (Around here, the finger snap means business, y'all.) Little beagle eyes closed tight...
You try to pick him up off the bed. He's curled up in a tight, hard, ball that cannot be unwound. If you really get desperate, you can drag the whole dead weight (40+lbs) off the bed and try to catch it before it hits the floor....
Now you know why it's just easier to go to the couch... I'm too freakin lazy to lug a lump in the middle of the night while trying not to wake up the husband. I'll kill them all later. Right now I just need a nap
(ummm does anyone else think those drawings of aliens look like 8 week fetuses?)
I'll try to be back later with pictures of the 'Baby Pea Pod'. I've still got the final sleeve and some assembly to do. If you want to see some pictures, you can go look at my newest sets of markers on the other blog. See you later....
My details on this one are:
Peapod Sweater from Knitting Daily.
I used US5 circular for the body & dpns for the sleeves. (I knit the sleeves in the round instead of flat to reduce seaming)
A little more than 1/2 skein of Opal sock yarn. (This is not what is called for in the pattern. I'd bought it to make a pair of socks and just held on to it and petted it for months because of the color. It's sort of a blue/lavender color. There are a million button possibilities to be determined by whether we get a grandson or granddaughter.)
I'd ordered some yarn for the Clapotis knit along that starts later this month. It arrived and looks just like the picture (which is really a bonus when you think about it!) The oddest thing was, the package included a set of double pointed needles. Oddest things ever. They are about a US size 2 and they're at least 12 inches long. They'll be great for hats!
(Umm... don't tell me that 12" dpns are as common as dirt. They're new to me and I want to enjoy the oddness of them for a bit.)
My MS3 stole with lots of beads has been finished for a while. I sort of blocked it so I could take a picture. I'm sure if a decent photographer was around here, you could see all the little multi color sparkles throughout it. (Yeah, yeah, if frogs had wings on their rears, they wouldn't bump their butts when they jumped.) Anyway, here it is.
We were disappointed that the kids didn't get to come visit this weekend due to some health issues, BUT it probably worked out for the best since the refrigerator decided to punk out either late Friday night or early Saturday morning. (Where the heck can you find an appliance repair man on a holiday weekend?)
To keep busy, I started this;
It's the beginnings of a Peapod Baby Set from Knitting Daily. It actually won't be a set, because I won't make the hat, we all know this, so there's no point in lying.
I also made these:
I actually made something that matched! You've got to understand, I never knit matching items. I'll get tired of a pattern or a color or something and just move on to the next thing that catches my eye. When I was a kid they said, "She's got the attention span of a gnat!" It still applies.
I also did some stitch markers for the other place. You can go look at them here. Plus, there was some stuff being made sort of 'by request', that I needed to get a good start on. No pictures of that.
All in all, it was a nice holiday, where you quickly lose track of time.