This is my new shawlette. I started crocheting this late, last summer in the hopes that I’d get a piece that I love out of it. It was a good plan. This shawlette has been a staple in my wardrobe this past winter, and I’m looking forward to do some early spring hiking. It’s the perfect size to keep the chill off, and you can wear it many different ways.
I took Kiddo to the orthodontist yesterday, and brought my knitting with me. I’ve been doing that lately. I do a lot of running around and have been making sure I have some knitting with me. All I wanted to do was finish casting on 92 stitches and use the long tail cast on (because I can finally do it, but mess up the length on the tail every time…). I was hoping to not mess up. (I did.) The waiting room was packed full of kids with braces and their parents. I felt simultaneously awesome and awkward just knitting away.
I blame lack of supervision for my monster loving obsession. What are you talking about, Jess? Let me explain. I was that kid who read all the Stephen King books when I was way too young, and was addicted to horror movies. I couldn’t get enough horror or gore, and no one was saying, “Hey. Maybe you should wait until you’re old enough to read/watch this.”
There is so much laughing and funny looks around here. This puppet has been pretty fun to make, and it’s cracking me up. She’s been out on the coffee table for a few weeks now. No matter how many times I see her, it’s still a little unsettling that there’s a head just laying there. She’s waiting for a body… I have to make her a tentacle body like the original puppet, and I think I’ll add a human body too (I’ll figure out how to make them interchangeable). It’s going to be awesome. But for now, she’s just a floating head; hanging out on the coffee table for us to play with.
Weekends are a really important for resting. Working through the weekends wasn’t resting. Never taking a day “off” until I absolutely had to… wasn’t resting. Always feeling behind because there was no resting… isn’t resting. I have kids that need me to taxi them everywhere. We have Mondays off of extra curricular activities. Trying to work through all of that without a break makes for stress and incomplete work. Taking a break is a good thing.
Rhinebeck Sheep and Wool is one of my favorite days of the year. Everyone I know, knows this. Jess isn’t available the third Sunday of October… ever. She’s at Rhinebeck, and she’s giddy. GIDDY!
This year I drove up by myself, after a night around the campfire… We’ll just say I didn’t leave as early as I wanted to. It happens. Everything was perfect… the weather, the people, and the crowd size. I spoke to vendors and the occasional fiber enthusiast that I may have bumped into. I got lunch from one of my favorite vendors at the fairground. I bought yarn, fiber, and combs. It was just a great day.
I failed miserably at Snapchat, but I LOVE Instagram stories. Does that make me a bad person? Snapchat makes me feel old. It’s the first social media platform that I can’t easily master. Thus, the old feeling. It took me a week to figure out how to use it. All I do there is play with the selfie filters when nobody is looking, and then erase my pictures. Instagram is a little different. I know how to use it, which is cool. The new stories feature really opens up a little window into my world, without wrecking all of the hard work I’ve been putting into my feed to make it a more cohesive Knot By Gran’ma Instagram account.
What are you doing to keep yourself healthy? Are you a fan of smoothies? Long strolls on the beach? Hiking? Share the ways you are a healthy crocheter (or other kind of person… crocheters aren’t the only ones that can be healthy.). Smoothies are very versatile. You can tweak them to fit your needs pretty easily.
I thought I’d talk about something that has happened to each and every one of us crocheters. You get a new crochet pattern (free or paid for) and are innocently crocheting, minding your own business. You’re not bothering anybody. We’ve set the scene for bliss. Then suddenly it happens. You are suddenly lurched into a tailspin of crochet pattern confusion, where you are frogging (that’s fiber-speak for ripping out stitches), and counting furiously. What just happened? Why did your crochet go awry.