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December 24, 2006
Christmas Eve
I spent Christmas Eve knitting. And dyeing and panicking because everything I could do wrong I did. I poured the dye after I submerged the shawl because the color was too light. Then I panicked because a stripe appeared. The darker I went the more pronounced the stripe. In the end it turned fine although I inhaled enough fumes to; well, let’s just say I need to move my dyeing operation outdoors. It’s exactly the color blue I wanted and this, my lovely readers, is the way to block points on a shawl.
I bought a tree but I haven't decorated it yet. Actually that's not true. I did add one ornament. A sign of times to come. I hope. What is a happy sheep with bunny slippers if not the epitome of comfort.
December 09, 2006
Running Out
I knew even before I started that I didn't have enough yarn. And yet on I went. Partly because I needed something to work on. Something for someone. Something that would comfort me while I worked on it. It's a thank you, or will be once I get my hands on 2x more yarn. I'll have to email Yarns by Design to see if they have more.
I miss my life. There's so much I don't care about and so little I do. The only knitting that calls to me now are shawls. Long, repetitive, strips of comfort...
Posted by Jacqueline at 07:18 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)December 02, 2006
Snow Day
Here's another perk of being a school teacher. Yesterday was a snow day. A snow day! I felt just like Calvin in Calvin & Hobbes. No School! Just bounds of beautiful snow to play in. I snuggled deeper and slept some more. I swear I felt like a kid again. Literally, because it doesn't snow like it used to when I was a kid in the Bronx. When the three of us would run outside and play in the snow until it was time for hot chocolate. Puerto Rican hot chocolate. Which my sister-in-law very aptly described as a melted chocolate bar.
Adult reality hit hard. When the girls whimpered and I went downstairs to let them out, I couldn't open the door for all the snow. Deva loves a challenge but Claire was at a loss. Her small stature demands clear paths. The shovel was found, pitiful paths were made and now I have to add boots and gloves to my shopping list. No fiber, no fabric and the only skill I'll be adding this weekend is learning how to operate the snow blower.
P.S. It's not that Claire didn't try. It's just that her digging ability doesn't apply to snow. It only applies to the dirt underneath the snow.
Posted by Jacqueline at 08:41 AM | Permalink | Comments (844)