Hubby didn’t get off work until after 5, and the yarn store in Davidson closes at 5.
My efforts to spare my daughter a long, boring car ride were for naught anyway. My cousin (he is fine) called from the hospital and needed someone to give him a lift back to his car. He had chest pains at work today, and the nurse there called 911 and he got an ambulance ride. Said car was about 20 miles from the house. The yarn store is 25 miles from the house. Sorry, kiddo.
This has not worked out to be the Bestest Week Ever. All I want is some freakin’ Lorna’s Laces Worsted so I can make this freakin’ baby sweater out of machine-washable wool, and every day that passes is another day that I can’t be working on it. Grumble grumble.
On the up side, The kiddo and I went to Pike’s and I got a black cow while she got a strawberry sundae – with salt and pepper, of course. So there was still some fun had.
Well, I had hoped that I’d be able to drop the kidlet off at My Gym for the morning, but I called yesterday and they’re booked up for the week. I love my daughter and I’m glad to spend time with her, but I’m not able to get as much wearwithstyle work done. I don’t want to fall behind on orders. I did toss together a listing for the Charlie Brown hat although it doesn’t look as pretty as I’d like. I’m going to try to get my friend’s 16-month-old to model it for me again before I send it off to its rightful owner.
I haven’t been getting as much sleep, and I also had terrible dreams last night. Since the hubby has also been working late this week, there’s not the extra support to make up for my tiredness. Not the best couple of days. I’ve been trying to find some time to get up to Davidson without the kiddo, since that’s a 30-minute car ride to a boring destination for her, just so I can snag some Lorna’s Laces worsted. The hubby had to go in at 6:30 this morning, but is going to try to get out early to compensate, so that may be my window of opportunity.
I’m just… tired. I’m not cut out to be a stay-at-home full-time mom. I think it wouldn’t be so bad if I didn’t feel the pressure of all I have to do weighing me down. Realistically, though, that’s probably what all moms feel.
On the up side, I got my first order from Norway yesterday, which makes me happy. Also, I got up the energy to make dinner, some linguine with clam sauce, which turned out very nummy. The kiddo decided yesterday that she likes salt and pepper, particularly on ice cream. Little weirdo.
We stopped by Mom’s yesterday, and she gave us some foam rollers so that the kiddo could try her hand at the hair thing again.
“So I says to Mabel, I says…”
If I can just keep my head above water, I think it’ll be a good day today!
I’m awful when it comes to knitting new projects for people. I always dither and take freaking forever to decide exactly what I’m going to do, and I might change my mind several times before actually doing it. So finally tonight, I realized that I had several balls of high-quality machine-washable wool in my stash in excellent colors to make masculine baby-type stuff. Great! I’ll knit a striped baby sweater with that.
I thought I knew where every scrap of yarn in my stash was, but I have completely misplaced the remnants from this:
I could just weep. How do you misplace three balls of Karabella Aurora 8? Now I’m back to being indecisive again, and making grand plans that I just don’t have time for because she goes out on leave on April 5th. They don’t ALL have to be brand new patterns; it won’t kill me to knit the same thing twice, will it? Wait, will it?
Okay, the hubby’s nearly finished bottling his beer, and the hoisin salmon is about done marinating, so I’ll go cook and curse a little and then figure something out. Maybe a little sweater out of the hand-dyed cotton chenille with a magenta heart on the chest, although my husband says, “that’s a little girly, isn’t it?”
Grr. I’m so confident usually, but trying to find exactly the right thing to make as a gift is my Achilles heel. Again, I say “grr.”
I’ve had two clients who had measured their heads at 24+ inches tell me that their hats are just a hair looser than they’d like. My math is spot on. I’ve re-knitted one and am about to re-knit the other. From now on, I’m just not going to believe anyone who tells me they have a big noggin.
Big-headed weirdos.
Before ……………………………………………. After
Well, that’s better. I can take care of that little poky bit at the back and we’re all good! This is the most modern haircut I’ve had in 20 years. I started out alternating between hating it and loving it, but now I think I’ve settled on “really like it.” God knows it’s a damn sight better than it was when I walked in.
I walked out with a jar of Italian hair goop called Actyva Mania Glam. 
I’m pretty sure it contains equal parts of Gak and grape bubble gum. (By the way, making your own Gak is a fun activity for kids or bored adults.)
It turns out the new girl, who has more energy than a caffeinated Chihuahua, went to my high school. She was a sophomore there while I was a senior. So we reminisced about old times. I had forgotten the last names, and even first names, of an appalling number of folks. We were a couple of years apart, though, so probably didn’t run with the same crowd. She was apparently much more of a partyer than I was. Still, we talked about girls we’d had crushes on, and who was doing what now. I’m obviously settled and married now, and that did come up, but I think she may have thought I was a little wilder than I actually am, and maybe played a little looser with the razor as a result. Eh, I’m happy. We’ll see if it’s still holding up tomorrow.
Thanks for all the input, I’m still keeping tabs on what people are saying. Everybody does seem to love the dinosaur hat. I had a teenager in Illinois order one for himself, in fact. I packaged it up with a couple of little toy dinosaurs for him.
It seems that the first thing everybody, large or small, does when they get the hat is to put it on and start roaring and pretending to destroy things. Godzillaaaaaaa!
The strawberry hat is pretty cute, and is knit in cotton, so that could be a good warm-weather topper.
For this, 
, I’ve got two skeins of the wool/angora, Lorna’s Laces Angel, already on hand. That’d be just enough to make hat and booties.
I’m also contemplating now knitting a black baby sweater and putting a skull and crossbones on it. I’m in that kind of mood. Arr! You’ll never get your scurvy hands on my pirate baby booty!
My hair has calmed down some, but it still looks like a cut I had in ninth grade. Today I see the new haircut lady. This could be either be very good or very, very bad. But, as is my way, I’m keeping a happy thought.
My wrist is getting me a little bit today, but I soldier on with the knitting, as I am slipping behind. Got to get back ahead of the curve! Time and Tim-Tam guy’s hat wait for no one!