Am I a Stalker?
Kate Gilbert is having a little contest. I'd like to win her goodies. I check her blog. I look at her patterns (obviously I've bought and made one hat). I feel like such a stalker. But really I just think she's got a cool blog and makes neat sweaters and hats and stuff. I'd like to have the melt-in-your-mouth yarn to make everything she's got patterns for on her web site. I think Emeline will have Anouk.
My New Ride *or* My Mr. Perfect
On to the matters of the day... I've started new socks and I've got a picture of the new vehicle. I've struck a deal to sell the old vehicle (gotta find that title) and I'll be visiting my dear husband in Kansas again this weekend. Poor thing. He's been without wheels and it's very annoying and inconvenient for him. Before I really knew him well I read (and re-read) his AOL profile. He described his occupation as "procrastinator." I thought, "this guy is funny." ha He was being honest. I also read his Love @ AOL personal ad. He stated that he "drinks too much and smokes too much." Again I thought, "this guy is funny." I was right. He IS a funny guy. But he was, once again, telling the truth. It's incredible what a person will do when they fall in love. Soon after we started dating he dropped out of the "drinks too much" category. And when Emeline was three months old he quit smoking. This man. The man I married. The father of my child. He had smoked since he was something like sixteen. He's now 42. He flat out QUIT. One day. (minor attitude issues for about two weeks) He ran out of cigarettes and quit smoking. For the love of his daughter. He never knew he could love someone so much. His child. His sweet pretty perfect baby girl. He didn't know. Now he does. He quit smoking for her. Not for ME, mind you. An early grave was no big deal when he looked at ME, apparently. But for this precious baby, yes. This single act... gesture... makes me love him so much more. Admire him in ways I can't describe. I've always called him Mr. Perfect. He continues to earn the title. :)
The Stashbuster Sock - Stocking the Pantry
I've got a new sock going! heh I hope I finish the old pair some day. In the mean time, my sock yarn from Elann arrived (I decided to add a varigated yarn) so I started on the Six Sox Knitalong sock pattern #5 called Stashbuster Spirals. Of course I have no stash to bust. So I bought yarn. I now have enough yarn to make a minimum of seven pairs of socks. I shouldn't buy any more sock yarn until it's used up. But if you're a knitter, you know how those things go. It's like buying groceries. You go along the aisles putting things in your basket. Things you won't use for dinner tonight. But things to keep in the pantry for when your imagination needs a boost. So that you have the perfect ingredients on hand for that dish that you haven't made in a long time and you've been craving. To keep the freezer stocked for those "lean" times when you haven't got much money or just haven't been to the store in a while. That's how it is when you buy yarn. It's just like stocking your pantry.
My Sister Was Here
My beautiful talented successful sister, Arin, was here visiting for a few days. We see her about two times a year and always look forward to her visits. It's like a movie star visiting a 3rd world country - we all ooh and aah over her. The children make her cards. She handles the celebrity treatment well. She enjoyed Emeline and said her chubby little pink hippo thighs were cute. I know Emeline will .... uhh ... treasure that some day. I'm sure of it. heh