In my last post, I showed off my Stormy-ish Sky shawl (so named because I sort of followed the pattern). As I do with each blog post I write, I cross posted to my personal Facebook page in hopes of getting more eyes on my blog. When I posted a picture of this shawl, a lot of people told me how beautiful it is. And it is, despite being riddled with mistakes. That is because I utilized my super power: “aggressively blocking.”
You know how sometimes you are hanging out at your favorite local yarn shop with a friend, not looking to buy anything when all of a sudden you see a brand new display of local yarn and see a beautiful plum-colored sock yarn that is alpaca/wool/nylon and would be amazing for socks but then after looking at it for a few months you decide alpaca is a waste for your stinky feet and that the yarn would make a better shawl and you modify a pattern and then end up with a beautiful all-season wrap? No? Just me?
This. Yarn. Is. EVERYTHING. Not only is it beautiful, it was such a pleasure to work with. And what you can’t tell—no matter how hard I tried to capture it—is that it sparkles. Everything that looks like dust on my photo or weird, stray hairs are shiny, silvery sparkles. Dear cool weather, I am ready.
I prefer my superheroes Marvel-style. Especially a bearded Captain America. But my eldest has been a Batman fan for as long as I can remember. So to support Fidgety Son I have watched my share of DC movies (and know more about the history of all the Robins than most middle-aged non-fans would ever care to know).
Here’s a rundown: I’m not a fan of Christian Bale’s Batman and (I’ll just put it out there now and you can decided to stop reading now) I think Heath Ledger is overrated as an actor. In any role. I also enjoyed Suicide Squad (going in with super low expectations helped). Wonder Woman is up there with Winter Soldier as one of my all-time favorite superhero movies. But Batman V. Superman? Ugh, stupid (Martha!).
Needless to say, I did not go to see Justice League in the theater. I do, however, have HBO and a brand new knitting project.
I’ve been thinking about how to start this post for a while. I like this first paragraph to be something fun, funny, engaging. But I got nothing. Seriously. Instead, look at that yarn. Those colors are spectacular and really soft. Take a moment to gaze upon their color.
I’m of the age where many of my much younger friends are having babies. I like to make them gifts. I make a lot of tiny Veggie Baby Hats but wanted to try a tiny baby sweater for a friend who was pregnant last year. But, the poor planner I am, the baby was born, moved and larger before I finished this. Seriously, it’s not like babies are a surprise as they take almost a full year to gestate, but here I am with a tiny baby sweater to be given to someone else and plans to make a toddler-sized sweater for the not-a-tiny baby.
After the never-ending Christmas scarf and the knit and knit-again hat, I wanted a simple project using one of my special yarns (those are the expensive or high-quality skeins all in one box that my family has been given special instructions for upon my death). Based on how this particular project is knitting up, apparently I will be the proud owner of my very own crack in time.
Last year, my youngest nephew fell in love with the Harry Potter books. When my daughters found out, the first thing they did was take him to Pottermore and get him placed in a house. Turns out he’s a Hufflepuff. Now this kid is seriously my number one knitting fan. He once told a teacher that his “Auntie J” is a professional knitter while showing off a hat I made him. So when I find out he’s excited about Harry Potter, I think we all know that means he was getting a house scarf for Christmas.
Yesterday I went with my eldest as he got braces. My kid is 21 and this isn’t his first time having braces. When he was younger, we tried to compensate for his under bite, but his bottom jaw had other ideas and we had to wait until he stopped growing before it could be fixed. We’re helping to pay for it, so while I was there to offer emotional support if he needed it (he didn’t), I was really there to make the first payment.