Today is my last day of work for the week, and it's my "short" day: only 9 hours instead of 11.5 or 10.75. I've been puzzling a bit about what to write about lately. I have several ideas for posts that will take a bit longer to flesh out, and one post about a project that I'd hoped to finish weeks ago, but haven't managed to complete yet. I spent a good part of yesterday working on a post that won't be published until the end of the month, and another part of it helping out with this. And that's while working a 10.75 hour day...luckily Maggie took a long nap.
Dan is taking a little time off work, and rather than leave town in the dead of winter, we're just going to try to find fun things to do around town. Probably a zoo trip, at least, and we may try to find somewhere to go swimming. I think a four day weekend of sorts (we do have school on Thursday) will be good for all of us.
I should have plenty to write about next week, and have time to finish my project and work on some of those other posts as well. Last night, though, I just needed to take a break. No post tomorrow, and there will be a video on Friday. Thanks in advance for understanding.
[I tried to take a cutesy "woe-is-me" webcam pic to add to this but they were all abysmal. I both feel and look like crap at the moment...time for a break.]
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
Finally changing my update schedule
Woke up this morning with no posts close to completion. Most days I've had the next morning's post scheduled and set the night before, and I would say that I've been slacking, except that I spent last night doing laundry and taking care of things that needed to be taken care of. Life's just gotten too busy for a 5x a week update schedule, so from here on out, it's going to be M-W-F.
OK. Now go look at these cute puppies. Thanks!
OK. Now go look at these cute puppies. Thanks!
Monday, February 18, 2013
10 Things I love about crochet
Actually crocheting!
- I like to single crochet, half-double crochet, double crochet, triple/treble crochet, and pick up new and fun stitch patterns.
- Stitching into spaces.
- Making shell stitches, v-stitches, bobble stitches, gathers, etc.
- Borders! Getting creative with borders on blankets is so much fun.
Getting things done!
- The feeling I get when I've finally finished a project.
- Giving away finished projects. Especially when the person is surprised at the quality of the work.
- Using or wearing finished projects myself.
Shopping and gear!
- Yarn shopping! Online or in a store, both have advantages. In a store I get to feel everything; online I get to read what someone else thought about how the yarn felt (and read reviews to see how it was to work with).
- Pattern browsing! I just love to dream about what I'll make next. Here again is a good place to read reviews and see what worked, and what didn't.
- Susan Bates aluminum hooks. So comfortable to use. I like the shorter neck and cut-in slanted throat (rather than a tapered throat and longer neck like Boye hooks).
Friday, February 15, 2013
Video Friday: "The Luckiest", Ben Folds
Heard this on the Valentine's show on The Current last night and remembered how much I love this song. When I was pregnant and hormonal (or post-partum and hormonal) I couldn't get through a listen without sobbing my eyes out. Not so much now, but I still like it.
Thursday, February 14, 2013
A Poem for Grandma Loretta
(Loretta was a late-in-life poetess. She self-published a book of mostly autobiographical poems in the 1990s called My Gifts of Love to You. I thought it only right to honor her, and work through my grief, in a LMSKG-style poem: rhyming couplets with awkward meter and religious overtones. Her poems always make me smile. This is a valentine for her, me, and everyone who joins me in grief.)
First the van wouldn't start,
I didn't have time to change into my shoes,
In the end, I'd been grieving this loss for years.
At your funeral, I shed only a few tears.
I was mainly just trying to get through the day,
though there were obstacles in my way.
First the van wouldn't start,
but I took heart:
Kevin came along with his truck.
We were no longer stuck.
We sped along through the ice and snow,
And we got to the church with only seconds to go.
I didn't have time to change into my shoes,
But no one seemed to notice--we all had the blues.
I read the scripture readings that you chose
Without worrying too much about my clothes.
The rest of the service went by so fast.
I was only a little sad that I didn't get to see your body at last.
The food was delicious, I know you'd want to hear.
Even my dad's side of the family came, which brought me some cheer.
Auntie Jena did a great job babysitting
(Though I bet Sam's antics made her feel like quitting.)
Then off to the cemetery we did travel
Snow crunched under our feet instead of gravel
Uncle Tony read some of your beautiful words
He got a little choked up but we all still heard
Of your love for the Lord and your courage in death.
I know you loved Jesus to your very last breath.
The drive home was long, since we (oops) missed a turn,
But we had plenty of daylight and gas to burn.
Jumping the van caused the radio to break--
So we had to talk the whole way to keep each other awake.
We managed to get home before the big storm
To our little townhouse all nice and warm.
My memories of you are happy and filled with joy.
I am so proud you got to meet and love my baby boy.
I will certainly miss your amazing hugs--
All soft and tender and warm and snug.
You gave so much to all who knew you:
Your family, friends, and "adopted" family members, too.
We are thankful that your body is no longer in pain.
We know that the diabetes and back problems and heart problems were all quite a drain.
We trust that even though you are away,
We will be reunited in heaven some day.
(Special note: Loretta's last big gift to the world was to start a pay-it-forward for Lent campaign supporting Eagle's Healing Nest, a farm/wilderness retreat for veterans returning home with emotional wounds to be healed. Please check out the campaign's Facebook community page and click on "about" for more information. I will write more about this as Lent continues.)
Without worrying too much about my clothes.
The rest of the service went by so fast.
I was only a little sad that I didn't get to see your body at last.
The food was delicious, I know you'd want to hear.
Even my dad's side of the family came, which brought me some cheer.
Auntie Jena did a great job babysitting
(Though I bet Sam's antics made her feel like quitting.)
Then off to the cemetery we did travel
Snow crunched under our feet instead of gravel
Uncle Tony read some of your beautiful words
He got a little choked up but we all still heard
Of your love for the Lord and your courage in death.
I know you loved Jesus to your very last breath.
The drive home was long, since we (oops) missed a turn,
But we had plenty of daylight and gas to burn.
Jumping the van caused the radio to break--
So we had to talk the whole way to keep each other awake.
We managed to get home before the big storm
To our little townhouse all nice and warm.
My memories of you are happy and filled with joy.
I am so proud you got to meet and love my baby boy.
I will certainly miss your amazing hugs--
All soft and tender and warm and snug.
You gave so much to all who knew you:
Your family, friends, and "adopted" family members, too.
We are thankful that your body is no longer in pain.
We know that the diabetes and back problems and heart problems were all quite a drain.
We trust that even though you are away,
We will be reunited in heaven some day.
(Special note: Loretta's last big gift to the world was to start a pay-it-forward for Lent campaign supporting Eagle's Healing Nest, a farm/wilderness retreat for veterans returning home with emotional wounds to be healed. Please check out the campaign's Facebook community page and click on "about" for more information. I will write more about this as Lent continues.)
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
11 things I hate about crocheting
- Hooks that are so small that the yarn slips off.
- Hooks that are so big that they don't have thumb indents and I have to just wrap my hand around them like a claw.
- Too much slip stitch. The amigurumi in Stitch 'N Bitch Crochet: The Happy Hooker are all slip stitch in the round. Just, no.
- When my squares come out looking more like 4 pointed stars.
- Yarns whose textures make it difficult to see my stitches. (Homespun I am looking at you.)
- Assembling amigurumi. Because I dislike:
- Stitching invisible seams (or any seams at all).
- Weaving in ends (and now you know why I don't like stripes! So many color changes.)
- Surface embroidery (with a special place in hell for french knots).
- Intarsia. Can't do it. At all.
- Stitching into a foundation chain. Haaaaate. At least I usually only have to do it once per project, if I'm following my anti-seam rule.
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
Babywearing Guest Post: Jill
Baby Carriers
For Melanie
OMG MOMMY! I’M SUFFOCATING!
The next carrier I used was a gift from Melanie and Dan. [Mel says: This one is called a Mei Tai, pronounced "may tie". I bought it from a WAHM on Etsy.] It worked really well, but Maddie was way too independent and did not like to be confined to a carrier. She would wiggle herself out of it and cry and scream to get free. It was ridiculous. She was ridiculous. Believe it or not, she was an amazing baby and didn’t need to be held, she loved to sleep for 14 hours a night and take 3-4 hour naps in the day, and walked by herself at 8 ½ months, so....slings were not really something we needed for her.
[Mel says: Emma's a bit low here, but we'll forgive Auntie Manda. Jill normally wears her "close enough to kiss".]
As far as nursing goes with these slings, I was one of those people who didn’t care who saw my boobs while I was nursing, and my boobs are way too big to be dainty and hands free. I always had to hold onto my boob with one hand while I was nursing so I didn’t really get the hang of nursing in a sling. I don’t think you could nurse in the sling that Mel and Dan gave me and be super discreet about it, but you could easily nurse in the moby if you have tiny boobs and no one would ever know.
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