Today the weatherman got part of the forecast correct. It has been stormy. He's off by about 20 degrees with the temperature, but it's still a nasty day outside. One that makes me glad to be human and have a comfortable chair with a Miniature Dachshund and old cat to share with. We woke up to Young'un asking if he could go downstairs. Hon looked at the clock and said, "No, it's just after 3:00. Go back to bed." The Youngun said, "No, Dad, it's 6:20." Yikes! There went Hon making it to that 7 a.m. meeting. The storm that came through in the wee hours must have knocked out the electricity for a bit while we were all snoozing. Young'un has a new clock, which meant a new battery back-up...thank goodness.
Because it's a day not fit for me outside unless I want to tempt fate and the possibility of being a lightning rod I decided it would be a good time to tackle my knitting project. I've been fluctuating between liking it and not. Ok, that's sugar coating it. I've been fluctuating between somewhat enjoying it and wanting to poke myself in the eyes with the needles. Eldest has not helped by telling me after 4 days it's now big enough for his little parot to use as a blanket.
I spent Sunday night trying to figure out why what I was trying to duplicate at the coffee shop wasn't working out. Then I started making squares thinking who cares, I'm still knitting some how...and they look cool. Then Monday night I went from knitting to pulling everything I had already done out. Tuesday I was sure I figured out what I had been doing wrong from watching Youtube videos, thinking back to how I made the squares, and trial and error. Wednesday night I got it...sort of...depending on if I had to multi-task through it or if I had peace and quiet when the kids were in bed.
Here I am on Thursday afternoon. My project is a little bigger than this morning's parrot blanket. I've renewed my vow to learn how to knit. I did that by looking at beautiful pictures of projects others have completed. I am bound and determined to go from knitting a kinda sorta looks like it might be a scarf some day creation to something fabulous. I'm going to go with the knitting flow and not continue to go back and rip out what I've already done. Sunday I'm going back to that coffee shop to learn how to get my creation off the needles and do what needs to be done so it doesn't unravel. By then, it may be pot holder size. Smiling & Waving, Sharon
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I'm the queen of our farm, although the animals haven't figured that out yet. My title is Head Chicken Wrangler, but most days I'm called Mom. Life is a comedy and I plan on documenting it.