Life on the edge of the frog pond

I, without even the slightest twinge of guilt, completely frogged a pair of socks that I managed to knit past the heel. I was learning how to cable and not doing a good job of keeping the cables consistent in size. It was driving me crazy and I knew I wouldn’t like them once finished. I refused to give them another minute of my time and energy and gleefully frogged those suckers and reclaimed the yarn and needles.  🙂  I feel SO MUCH better.


The chair in the picture is my new ride.  A lovely, comfy, hi-backed baby that I bought as a little gift to myself in honor of my new job.

The yarn on the right was, in a former life, a half-completed pair of socks I started for HPKCHC. I planned to make a plain pair of socks and got  talked into putting a cable on them to add a bit of a challenge to the project.  The thing is, socks are already a challenge for me.  I didn’t mind the idea of a basic cable but I kept crossing the cables either too early or too late and I could tell the difference as the sock grew bigger. My OCD was not happy. I finally stopped working on them and tossed them into my WIP basket.  We would glare at each other, from time to time, the socks and I. The socks, daring me to pick them up and carry on as if nothing had happened and me refusing to get sucked into that vortex of frustration and unmet expectations.

On the left, you can see one frogged and one about to be frogged sock.  I unravelled it as soon as I took the picture. The pattern is a great one, but my attention span and sock curse conspired to distract me and I lost my place. I just couldn’t get back into the groove with these guys and knew we really needed to break up. Into the Bag of Lost Socks they went.

I will attempt the Hermoine pattern again, and use the Time Traveler yarn to make a plain pair of socks like I wanted. Maybe I’ll start them now, maybe I’ll work on the other socks that aren’t sitting next to the frog pond or maybe I’ll work on my Mom’s shawl.  That’s life on the edge. I never know what I’ll do next.

Maybe, I’ll just keep spinning this Holy Crap, That’s Lime roving that I dyed using Neon food coloring.


Am I

Am I ready to take on Monday?


Why yes, I do believe I am.


Keaton has other ideas.


This has the potential of becoming something I like. The yarn is Knit Picks fingering weight in Bare that I dyed with Kool Aid.  The colors look fantastic on the ball of yarn but I’m not enamored yet with how it looks on a small swatch.  It started to look better when I started the cuff of a fingerless mitt with it. I have hopes that I will like the result.  The knitting group named the color “Pile of M&Ms”.

Nothing OTN

That means “nothing on the needles”.  I say nothing on the needles like someone with a closet crammed full of clothes says they have nothing to wear. When I say I have nothing to knit, I mean there is nothing currently in my stash or queue that I want to knit. I’ve hit a knitting slump. I could work on Mom’s shawl, but I’m paralyzed by my current inability to do the pattern she wants and fear that she won’t like the other pattern I picked.  The yarn is beautiful. The patterns are beautiful. And yet, I’m frozen. I could work on the replica of Joshua’s baby blanket but there are some sad memories there. I could start my Lanesplitter skirt but then I’ll feel guilty for not working on Mom’s shawl. I’ve planned to do a large batch of fingerless mitts but seem unable to pick and stick with a pattern. Bleh.

Thank goodness I have World of Warcraft or I’d get nothing done!

I may have to resort to baking.  Or Heaven forbid, cleaning.

Happy Birthday, Joshua

Joshua at table






Happy Sweet 16 dear son. This is the first year that I’ve been without you on your birthday and I have to say that I really don’t care for it one bit. I’m so sorry that we had to go through all the stuff last year that caused us to be so far apart and to have awkward and strained holidays due to the selfish actions of another. I continue work hard and pray to have hope that things will get better.  I love you and I’m proud to be your mother.