For a while, I went to a knitting night at the Booksamillion at Cotswold here in Charlotte, but stopped because of low attendance and scheduling conflicts. They’ve reorganized from a loose stitch’n’bitch to a knitting meetup group. I dropped back by again last night, and it was great! There were about eight ladies there, and I got along well with all of them. Except for the one remaining holdover from the old stitch ‘n’ bitch group, who bugged the bejeebers out of me then and still does.
Of all the people who had to stay on, why’d it have to be her? I’m sure she’s a fine person with many redeeming qualities, but the the one that gets my goat is her “I hate all children and isn’t it so amusing that I do? Are you with me girls?” attitude. And it comes up in conversation which doesn’t have immediate and obvious ties to kids, so it’s difficult to avoid. Fortunately, I have no problems indicating that I disagree with her. You know, what with my MOTHERHOOD and all. So it’s bad form for a mom to bring her 8-month-old to the booksamillion to sit and knit, but you can bring your Chihuahua in a big handbag and let it loose in the store? WTF??
Aaaaanyway. It was nice to see familiar faces and to talk with new people. I was, of course, knitting a Jayne hat, so there was some discussion of that. A lot of people ask how many I’ve knitted, so I went back through my database and figured out that as of last night, if my numbers are correct, I’ve made 202 finished Jayne hats. That’s over the span of about a year.
It amuses me to picture them all in one place. I feel certain that if we saw 202 Jaynes walking down the street, we’d definitely know they weren’t afraid of anything.
Now that I’ve gotten two more unfinished objects (blue lace scarf and Freak Flag) out of the way, of course I had to crank up another one.
This one’s out of Not Just More Socks by Sandi Rosner.
My daughter sleeps with a hot water bottle every night. One night a few months ago when she was feeling cranky and sick, I suggested it to her, and she really took to it. Even on the warmest night, she insists we fill it up with hot water. I told her a couple of days ago that I’d make a cover for it.
In retrospect, it would have been quicker and easier to make a little quilted bag for it. There’s even a pattern for one in Rowan 34. And, thinking further, it occurs to me that my daughter still wets the bed sometimes, so essentially I’m making a little pee-soaker. Won’t that be fun to remove in the middle of the night?
Okay, TMI. Fuel for the fire for Miss “kids are an inexcusable pain in the keister.”
Speaking of kids, I need to knit something for a boy and something for a girl for two co-workers who’ve had babies recently. As always, I am paralyzed with indecision. Baby booties with skull and crossbones (pirate booty! Yaaaar!) or Jughead hat? Cute little sweater or knitted toy? Sweet or sassy? Cup or cone? Argh! I need to write all my options on a D20 and roll it to see what comes up. Random knitting. It’ll be the next big craze.
Going to run as many errands as I can this morning – my daughter was sniffling some, and I have a feeling she’s going to be lobbying the teacher to come home.
Orders up next for Norway, Massachussetts, California, and Virginia. The Jaynes just keep on a-rollin’!
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