A Hibernating Project

Notes to Self:

1. don't knit a hat that requires one to have any sense of spatial relations.  The half twist baffled me for 2 years.

2. Don't wait 2 years to finish a project that needs another ball of yarn.  The LYS may have changed ownership and no longer carries said yarn.

Those obstacles aside, Cara shamed me into picking up and finishing this long-hibernating project (new knitters are SO annoying, they have no WIPS of their own to languish)

I now have most of a 2nd skein of this yarn, as I was about 40 yards short of completing the hat and had to purchase a 2nd skein.

LOVE this yarn (Malabrigo), so great for hats, so soft and not itchy at all.  I think Car is snatching this one from me.

We're Grumpy

It's just me and the dogs at home today.  Damn, it's quiet.  Other than the occasional hysterical barking by The Team when they spot a squirrel, everyone is laying low.

Walter has decided that hanging out in Grammy's office is a good thing:

He and I are both wearing the same crabby expression (think Carl from "Up")

Lulu immediately went to sleep on my bed, as she figured out we are back to our old routine (eat, nap, stretch, nap, a little tv watching, nap.  Repeat)

Lois seems unfazed by it all, she's a cool customer.  I believe she is out laying in her favorite dirt pile.

We are counting the hours until the Gang gets home.

Separated At Birth?

The Breaking of the Fellowship

It had to happen...

I've had a wonderful summer with all four of my kids here in Spokane (in the same house even!)  If you know me, you know there's nothing that makes me happier.

My "little buddies" Cara and Tony have been home every day while they were job searching.  Which meant daily card games, lunch together, knitting lessons, adventures in canning and cooking, and my favorite -- scouting every thrift store and estate sale in town in search of inventory for my store.

It's been heaven.  But it's over.  Tony headed to Montana today to start his new job (he's working for a company that stocks convenience stores, with his territory Eastern Washington, Idaho panhandle and W. Montana)  He'll be based in Spokane, but traveling several days a week.  Cara starts her new job as a service writer at the local VW dealership next week.  With horrible hours (M-F 7-7 ugh)

So it's back to me and the dogs at home all day.  Boo.  But I'm happy they both found jobs in this terrible market.  So there's that.

Mr. Knitter

Check out the knitter with his TWO finished projects!  Tony has taken to knitting like you wouldn't believe, and today he made his first big splurge on yarn (5 skeins of Madeline Tosh Vintage for a vest)

My baby has a yarn stash :-)

And although she won't allow me to take any photos, Cara is sailing along with her knitting too.  She finished her first scarf, is working on her second (with cables!) and has yarn for another.

I'm a proud Mom, four excellent knitters in the fam.

Okay the Photoshopping Skills Still Need Work

But the "B-Z Photobomb" still makes me laugh every time.

A Dream Come True

I looked over last night and this is what I saw:  all four of my kids sitting together, each with their knitting project.  I can die happy now. 

True.

" It's appropriate that the Romney campaign chose "BELIEVE IN AMERICA" as its slogan. You can't spell "believe" without a big "lie" in the middle."

This Is Why You Don't Mess With Us Knitters

http://www.azcentral.com/news/articles/2012/09/05/20120905gilbert-woman-arrested-knitting-needle-attack-husband-brk.html

However, I suspect she's not a "real" knitter.  We wouldn't risk harming our valuable tools.

Pass Out In The Park

Cara says it's "too soon" to blog about this, but nah...

So we had big plans yesterday!  We had tickets to go see Bonnie Raitt, and stopped by our local Labor Day eat-o-rama, "Pig Out in the Park".  Cara had been feeling a bit under the weather all weekend, and the idea of eating greasy food surrounded by hundreds of hot, sweaty Spokanites is her idea of a nightmare, but she agreed to come along.

Not a good idea.  We were sitting in the Beer Garden eating our various meals when she started to turn a very delicate shade of ashy white/green.  She put her head down on the table for a few minutes, then decided she needed to go home.  Or puke.  We agreed home was the better plan.

So Katie & Tony proceeded to head to the car, followed by a pale shaky Cara.  20 feet from our table, they heard a "thunk" and turned around to see Cara passed out on the ground.

Pia and I heard a big commotion and recognized Car's legs sticking out from under a table so we dashed over.  Nurse Katie was trying to do "triage" (she does NOT DO TRIAGE) and fend off the drunk lady who was trying to pet Cara.

Two very nice police officers arrived and we explained that no, Cara hadn't just drunk 20 beers and passed out, but was indeed ill.  While T&K went to retrieve the car, they walked us over to the edge of the park and waited with us.  Officer Cutie #1 sat on one side of Car so if she passed out again she wouldn't hit her head on the rocks.  Officer Cutie #2 grilled us on exactly where we ate, so he could cross it off his list of food booths :-)  We had a bit more excitement when a little girl who was passing by reached out for Cutie #1's gun in his belt.  Her terrified dad explained at great length that this was not okay.  Cutie #2 got a chuckle out of it, saying "I had your back, but she didn't look like much of a threat".

We got our poor sickie home and she's fine today.  But swearing off Pig Out FOREVER.