What a day

Today was one of those days, you know the kind that starts out pretty decent, until one thing goes wrong, then all the poop hits the fan.
The morning was great, I got to hang out with my very clingy baby girl, but didn’t mind not getting much done, because I knew I had to work this evening, and I have been missing my kids like crazy lately. I also got to have coffee with one of the neighbors this morning, when she showed up at my door with her coffee mug, actually her and her daughter, L, were waiting on the front step when I came back from dropping off little man at play school.

The afternoon also started pretty well, when I arrived at work, I discovered that they had used styrofoam plates for lunch, as there was only hot water for the kitchen, this meant less dishes for me to put away, and more time to bake, which I love.
Here starts problem one: I went into the walk-in cooler, to get the margarine, and thought, wow, the kitchen must be cold today, as the cooler feels quite warm. Fast forward to my date squares in the oven, and I’m starting on some cookies, I am rather warm at this point, having been standing in front of the stove, I open the cooler, expecting a refreshing blast of cool air, only to be blasted in the face with hot air, the cooler is not working, thankfully, F, the happy one is working this week, and deals with our problem quickly.

#2: A short time later, our meat order arrives, it has become part of my job, when I work Wednesdays, which I don’t often enjoy, the freezer is very disorganized and if I catch the wrong maintenance man, J, he always complains about putting the order away, (remember I’m doing this most often now, usually with him, but I don’t ask unless I really need help) I cannot find the box cutter, but spot F nearby, and he was likely the last to use it, so I walk up to ask where it is, only to find, J is right there as well. Grump Grump Grump, and he won’t leave, even though I tell him I’ve got it under control.

#3: Just before supper, we are told our water is going to be shut off for an hr, so I rush to fill our pots, only for him to turn off the water late, and back on even later, leaving us well behind on our supper dishes, cups and silverware only, but still.

Rather amusing #4: around 7, just before we finish dishes, I comment to my coworker, that they must have moved our floor cleaner into the new storage room, near the kitchen, as I could see the plumber in there, and our mop pail was right there, we both smile, as it means not having to trek to the other end of the building for our mop pail, and water. So an hr later, the plumber has left, and I go to find my mop pail, only… It’s gone, along with the mop for the dining room, after spending 20 precious minutes looking for our pail, we steal one from another department, to get our job done, as well as we can.

#5: DH texts me, to let me know he will be late, the work truck broke down, it will be 1-130am before he gets home, as they were on a job in another town.

The good news, DH and his coworkers got paid to hike to the lake, and hang out waiting to be picked up, and watching the sun set over the water, he sent me a video, it really was pretty.

And, despite being behind at work, today, I have gotten a good start on my designing this week, I am almost up to the underarms.


Photo Shoot with Baby Girl

So, this is my baby girl, I am learning to take better pictures of the things I knit, but I only have my iPhone to load them to the Internet, so the only camera I can use is, you guessed it, my iPhone camera.

My early pictures are cluttered, more snapshots than real pictures, because, well I didn’t really know any better


So once I realized what I was doing wasn’t working, I picked a new background.


Better but the patterning is apparently rather distracting, so …


Uh yeah what was I thinking, still inside, and Orange, ugh.

Finally I learned, a cloudy day is supposed to be a good day for a sweater shoot, because it doesn’t look so out of place. But my favorite picture is by the water.


And finally today’s picture, with no place but our yard to go,


She is such a little ham.

Design Dilemma

So I am currently having a dilemma, while working on my most recent test knit, I had an idea for a top with a similar style front piece, but a completely different back.
I’m not even at a point where I’m sure what kind of top, shirt/tunic/dress I would make it. My problem is, was the idea inspired by the test knit? in which case, I need to decide how to approach the designer, and decide what my options are? Do I give the idea to her, tell her I have an idea for my own design based off the front of her dress, or do I treat it like a new design?

Ooh, I think I want cables.

Stolen Truck

We woke up the morning of Wednesday May 16th to a bit of a shock, my husband’s truck was gone, he thought maybe he had dropped his keys, and some teenage joyrider had stolen it, but we live in a small town, and know some people who have gone years leaving their keys in the ignition, without a problem, so we were rather confused as to why us.
By Tuesday, I had pretty much given up, it probably had been scrapped, chopped or destroyed in some other way. DH wanted to go to the city, he thought he had a lead, but we didn’t have the cash for him to take the van to the city to look, he figured the cops didn’t care to look, even though he told them what he had heard. Then I got a call Wednesday morning, the man dent identify himself, but I gave him DH’s number, I’m not sure if it’s the same person who called him eight times, leaving 8 messages that they had found his truck.
DH went to the city that night to get anything he could from his truck, which was found on the Saturday, but he couldn’t bring it home, right away, as it had been damaged.
Now, nearly a week after it’s been found we still need to wait and see what the insurance adjuster has to say.

In the mean time we are stuck in limbo, will insurance pay to fix the truck, or are they going to pay us out for it? Do we look for a new truck, or will things go back to the way they were, with our plans for a newer van in the spring.
Sharing a picture from Facebook of what could happen to us, and why my van needs replacing too.



Bacon and Eggs

This is the second time I start typing this, but now I know I can save a draft, instead of losing it, good to know.

I make my husband bacon and eggs almost every morning, I heard several people gasp, most women’s eyes grow large and they say, ‘Why?’ with such disdain that I become defensive, and cop out with, ‘well it’s that or he goes to McDonalds’ though that is the least of my reasons, most of the people accept that, and leave me alone. I give that simple answer, because I am to lazy to explain over and over to people who don’t actually care, that I enjoy it, and it makes him happy.
Most mornings I have to drag myself out of bed, 10-20 minutes before my aforementioned husband does so himself, to complete this task in time for him to eat before work. Crazy you say, maybe, but at seven in the morning, it is rare for my children to be up, so this is a possible chance to be awake, and not have one of the boys pulling at my pockets, or the baby pushing me where she wants me to go. I enjoy this quiet time, the task of making bacon and eggs is quite simple, and after five years, has become relatively repetitive, and mindless, so I am allowed to think of other things, on a happy morning, I think about my latest knitting project, or my kids’ latest accomplishments, be it little guy(5) reading out loud to me his little kindergarten level 2 book without any help from me, or baby girl’s(22 months) starting to actually try and talk to me, when her brothers refused to speak this early, or little man(4) who is struggling with making himself understood yet tries so hard to make his words clear, and meet his IPP (individual program plan) goals in playschool.
On a bad morning, sometimes it’s just the much needed break from the crap that goes on from day to day in my house.
My husband enjoys the dream of a 50’s housewife, and this is the way that I give him some of that dream, I also don’t complain to loud about his other wishes, such as me doing all the laundry, and housework, but those things aren’t often done as well as he would like, the Bacon and Eggs help soften the blow to his dreams, when I fail to live up to them.

Test Knitting

I don’t know how I first found out about test knitting anymore, but it has made me more adventurous, my first colourwork was my first test knit, a hat designed by Holly Marie (Holly1223 on Ravelry) I have worked with her a few more times since, and absolutely love her designs. My last one for her was, Little Guy’s spiderman hat, which I did in Red and Blue.
My only finished crochet projects were also tests, but since then I’ve realised that I’m a poor crocheter, and would rather test knit, than crochet.
My first shawl was also the first test, where the pattern actually had a mistake, there was a symbol missing from the chart, and apparently my brain was able to put it together, kind of cool, if you ask me.
More recently I’ve been looking for harder test knits, or maybe they are just finding me, the last one came out way to small, I checked my gauge, but apparently my swatch lied, so it was back to square one, and I knit the pattern again, the pattern was well written, and I enjoyed it, except, it is sized too small, it still fits baby girl, but as a size smaller than I had intended.
Now, the challenging knit, a cotton sundress (I don’t know what I was thinking when I chose my yarn) it will be very cute, and summery, but I’m only giving myself a few days to do it, and it’s 100% cotton. Add to that, I’m using my US 8 needle, the biggest I can comfortably handle, and my hands are cramping really bad, the good news is, the designer is in no rush, so if I need to put it down and work one a lighter weight project, I can.




Nice sunny days

As a first time blogger, I’m not quite sure where to start, but don’t want to leave this blank, while I figure it out.
Today is a nice sunny day, and I am being a mean mom, and making my boys, Four and Five play outside, while I enjoy coffee with my neighbors in the driveway. The two year olds, one is mine, and the other the neighbors’ granddaughter are wandering around, aimless as two year olds are. This is what beautiful days off are for.