In laws ride to the rescue and yarn harlotry by yours truly

So my mother in law has ridden to the rescue over the fuel pump issue our van is having. She says that we should save our favors from other relatives and let her take care of this.

This proves that my mother in law is really a great person, despite the character flaw of being a morning person with a snore you can hear through a building. And I can prove it too you.

A friend of her, or my sister in law--not sure which, was moving to Singapore and wanted to give me her yarn stash. My mother in law shipped it to me herself, instead of my having to pay to have it shipped. She also shipped it as a surprise.

So we eventually get this box that used to hold several reams of paper, that she has told us to be on the look out for but didn't tell us what was inside. And inside was several skeins of Red Heart acrylic nestled in with so many skeins of Lion's Brand Molinare (in several different scrumptious colors) that my heart almost exploded. For those that don't know, Molinare was an acrylic mohair from like the eighties. I almost couldn't touch the stuff.

You know what this glorious super fuzzy three ply said to me as I petted it and sighed as my husband called to thank my mother in law. It said linings. It said hat linings, and mitten linings. It tried to whisper to me of sock linings, but I managed to get the lid back on the box.

I currently cast on an experiment for the hat linings tonight, because I couldn't sleep.

It's silly, but I was too happy to sleep. I've been so depressed over that stupid van that all I've wanted to do was sleep, and after staring at the ceiling for about four seconds, I just had to do something for someone else, so I cast on this hat. Even if the lining doesn't work for this pattern, I'll still have a finished hat out of it for Dulaan. And I have like three other patterns that I think will do.

All the proof you need that she is a wonderful woman. Oh, and aside from sending me yarn, she is paying to have our van fixed.

Even when I think it can't get worse...

... I am reminded. We have some problems. I'm not sure if we'll be able to pay our rent. I don't know when our van will be fixed. But it isn't this. My life isn't being lived in a war zone.

I want to thank everyone who sent us well wishes (all one of you, but I get them psychically, ok), but what I really want you to do, what would make me feel better, is if everyone who reads this entry, follows the link to that blog and leaves a comment.

She and her people need all our well wishes, and to be honest, I feel a bit petty for bellyaching over our problems when Lailaumyousef is having problems buying bread for her son because of the "diet" that Israel is imposing.

I'm feeling better...

...sort of. I wish my mom didn't try to solve my problems for me. Her point of view is drastically different from mine. I understand her worry comes from a place of love, but her expression of that worry has all the tact of a raging hippo.

That out of the way--I finished a sock. That actually did wonders for my self esteem after my mother's lecture on how I should be using my education without actually using those words. Is it my fault I didn't realize that I didn't actually want to be an engineer until I tried to get an actual job as one.

No one told me I would have to sign off at least three years of my life for most consulting firms. I'm sorry I can't live like that.

Sorry, I honestly didn't mean to blog about this. I meant to blog about the sock. It's purple and its for Freesia. It has the cutest lace pattern in the cuff, and when I post the picture, I'll post the link to the pattern. The only problem is I'm using metal needles size two, and the yarn is from Brown Sheep, Cotton Fine. Very splippery and I really do need bamboo for this yarn, but I've decided to forge ahead with the aluminum.

And to those who might want to make a donation to the Hunt-Smith poor fund, leave a comment, and I will get back to you :D.

So, I'm mostly caught up. Now what?

Well, the van broke down today. That means that one vehicle is running but needs $2000 worth of work. The van is capute, unless Chris can get it running. That means that we are twice as dependent on a vehicle that may go belly up at any moment. Anyone out there willing to dump $2000 in my pay pal account?

LATE: Project Spectrum: March

These were actually finished on time, I have just been lazy about blogging. What do you think of these cute cherry beauties?

G is for Georgia

I am a Georgia native. That seems to mean two things to most people--peach trees and tractors, so viola! That tractor is actually a mail box, and if you knew how far I had to go to get those photos, I think you might be very surprised.

Needless to say these pictures where taken in south Georgia, which is more rural, than north Georgia, where we reside. I actually do have some pictures from around here, but I'm saving them for my H post.

I am a terrible blogger.

I realize that. I know this and yet I still commit to stuff like abc a longs and stuff like Project Spectrum. In other news, the baby is a year old now and thinks that having the car seat turned around is too cool for words if she did speak in a recognizable language.

In other other news, we are finally mostly healthy. The pollen count seems to be falling, and the baby is less snotty than usual. Our collective bowels are finally getting over the GI virus the baby passed along to us.

Be prepared for lots of pictures coming up this weekend. They are already picasa'ed and ready for uploading.

Knitting Update, Part One

Hello all,

This is going to be an update on the knitting I'm doing for myself and other people in my life--not charity. That's the next part. Sorry the next couple of posts are going to be really picture intensive.


This fine looking gentleman to the right is my dad, and he's wearing the scarf I knit him for X-mas. This is the one I'm currently trying to get the pattern posted at the knitting vault. As soon as I do, I up date on that and provide a link.

The picture below is my darling girl in her very harlot poncho. This is a design by the Yarn Harlot that is available on her website. It's super easy, and I have to say very fun to knit.

Of course, there will be more knitting pictures later. See ya then.

As babily possible?

This has become my life in a lot of ways. I no longer do things as fast as humanly possible--it's babily possible now. The baby dictates all. I don't think my mom, and other who are too numerous to name, really realize that.

I know some think that babies should be on this really rigorous schedule, but I've never been able to manage it with Freesia. As she has grown older and napped less, schedules have become more rigid and more important, but still a lot of things are still done on her schedule.

I don't wake the baby from a nap because it's bad luck. It sort of guarantees that the rest of the day is a wash. She hates it. I hate it. It is badong for those in the know.

Anyway, thought I would explain the new addition to my vocabulary.

I am so behind...

... on my blogging! Yes, my project spectrum pieces are finished, and I'm about to cast on for the next piece in hazard orange fingering weight. There are pictures that were supposed to go out last week and didn't.

First, work explodes, then the baby is teething, now the baby is not teething and work goes from overwhelming to just right. So I should be doing a major knitting update before the end of the week.

In other news, no one wants to take me on about my previous posts. Which is probably good. I was PMSing when I wrote them. However, I stand by my point.