And who just assembled most of an electric spinning wheel? Yep. Me again. BOOYAH!
Guess who just repaired a leaky kitchen faucet with little help?
Oh, that’s right, this kid.
Sometimes, one gets sick of knitting the same pattern multiple times. I’ve hit my wall. I have GOT to finish knitting this hat so it can become a store sample, but I’ve already knit it before and it’s just lots of stockinette with a bit of seed at the end and I want to knit lace! Now!
I’m a stay at home mom, with a tiny part time job on the side. My husband is the primary breadwinner. I try to keep on top of household chores (though this doesn’t always happen with a 6-month-old), he is in charge of paying the bills. I’m crafty, he’s techie. I decorate, he keeps his hands off unless I start using too much brown or, heaven forbid, “Carolina Blue.”
But when it comes to two very important household things, we come up against the reversal of traditional gender roles. My husband cooks. I am Mrs. Fix-it. It seems like it should work, right? He makes dinner, I fix things that stop working.
What this means in reality… I get tetchy when he tries to help me cook (which generally means he takes over what I’m doing as I don’t know how to do it “right”), and he gets frustrated (and I do, too) when I try to teach him how to fix something. I’m not very patient at it.
It’s this time of year, when the calendar says September but the oppressive heat says Summer, that I start missing Minnesota. When I moved away, I swore I wouldn’t, of course. Who misses endless frigid months of a cold so intense that it makes your lungs sting when you take your first breath outside the front door in the morning? Who misses snow that lingers on and on and ON until the sides of the road are lined with half melted piles of black and brow spotted drifts instead of rolling fields of white? Who misses waiting for the bus, dancing from foot to foot in order to keep feeling beneath two layers of socks and fleece-lined boots?
I’m not that far gone, yet. I don’t miss the deep winter, especially the end of it, when it feels like the summer will be swallowed altogether. What I miss, though, is September in Minnesota. I miss crisp, cool mornings. I miss that snap in the air, knowing that even if it gets warm enough to wear shorts in the afternoon, the days of baking in the sun are at an end. I miss dressing for the fair in layers, trying to decide if the morning chill will give way to shorts or only to jeans. I miss the early onset of chill, walking over crispy, frosty grass, wondering when the first hard freeze will show up for the year. And, most of all, I miss searching for a sweatshirt for taking a walk outside instead of searching for a water bottle and tank top.
I don’t regret moving to North Carolina, but I think I’ll always miss September in Minnesota, while I watch the thermometer hang in the 90s. My body thinks it’s Fall, even if my surroundings prove it’s still summer. So, I’ll admit it. I do miss Minnesota.
And now for some before and after shots
First up, the lovely laceweight.
Before, slightly 70s harvest gold:
After, rose and gold with some dark rose bits:
And the sock blank….
Before, neon pink and hideous green:
After, blues with notes of teal and pink and purple:
I’m incredibly happy with what came out of the pot!
I had a fantastic time at the dye day. The sock blank went from hideous to gorgeous, and I’m really looking forward to starting on the shawl that is destined to come from the formerly pukey yellow laceweight.
I was going to take some lovely pictures of the dyed and dried yarn today, but something stood in my way… my car wouldn’t start. So, in the morning (if I can get it started) I’m off to the garage with the little man. Sitting in a garage waiting room with a 6 month old – can it get any worse?
(The answer is yes. Just let me see what the bill will be…)
No Knitty. Sigh. I thought my socks had a really good chance but ah well. I suppose publishing is fraught with rejections. Not sure I’m really cut out for so much of it, though!
Tomorrow we’re having a big dye day at a friend’s house. Hopefully I’ll be able to attend, as I’ve got two skeins that desperately need overdying. I’ll do before and after shots!
In other news, the shawl proceeds as planned, when the Durham-Knits, Jr. allows knitting to occur. He started solid foods this week, and we’ve had plenty of fun playing with apples and pears, and washing them out of his hair.