Photo heavy post.
Where were you during the 2006 Olympic Closing Ceremony? I don't even know what time it was televised. I honestly don't remember ever watching one in the past.
We took a flash trip to Texas last weekend - we're still recovering from the trip. I've still got over 180 bloglines to read if that tells you anything.
The Knitting Olympics. Well it was a fun idea. And it was an inspiring concept. Some people did awesome. Meaning, they actually knit and completed the projects that they planned. Some started and got finished real quick and people criticized them for being underachievers. Some got half way and quit. Some worked their fingers to the bone and didn't finish. A lot of the people who didn't finish said "It's okay." Some of them seemed to feel a little sad about their failure to finish.
Reading the Yarn Harlot's final entry about our Olympic achievements really made me feel better about how my Olympic effort went. When she mentioned rocking a baby instead of knitting I knew I did my best. I think it's awesome that so many people were inspired to do their best and I feel that's how it really was - everyone did their personal best given their own set of circumstances just like the real Olympians have done.
I personally had big plans. I always have big plans (remember Christmas?). I planned to knit a raglan sweater for Emeline. Simple. I made long double pointed knitting needles from bamboo food skewers. I wound a nice ball of yarn. I measured and counted and schemed and swatched and swatched and swatched. I bought a pattern. Then I started realizing that I had other things that were more important going on - like my real life in which I am not an Olympian of any sort. I'm a Mommy. And a wife.
So I adjusted my list to include the Mommy duties. Forget wifely duties - the laundry and dishes can wait until my husband has worn his last pair of underwear (he can go for
weeks a month without me doing the wash - the Olympics is only 16 days). We can use paper plates.
Valentines were tenderly made and sent to the children in Texas and received on Valentine's Day. Sweet. :)
The Jaywalker socks were ripped and knit and ripped and knit - I restarted the first sock five times! Emeline ran off with the needles. She carried off the tiny little tote bag. She took the zip lock baggie and hid it in her Pooh Car's under-seat storage. Addi Turbos arrived. Sock number two was started.
The other projects on my list languished. I started Suzannah's 2nd Magic Stripe sock on the way home from Texas and quickly ran out of daylight. It's now 1/2 done and will be in the mail to her within a few days I hope.
got a tiny bit distracted by became obsessed with yarn dying. My husband better hope I never get the spinning bug!! Boy oh boy. I would have gotten the Jaywalkers finished so much faster if it weren't for this newfound love for yarn dying! However, getting on the road Friday to Texas was the boost those Jaywalkers needed. For some reason, though, it took forever to get the heel flap finished and gusset decreases done. After the gusset decreases things were smooth sailing. I knit everwhere all the time during the weekend and finally did the kitchenered toe in the car as we drove through Salado on the way back from Austin. Whew. Katie put those socks on her feet and she said they felt like Heaven. It really made me smile.
Then she really made me laugh because she did not believe that the traditional Jaywalker photo was to be taken in your sock feet in the middle of the street! hehe She was dying laughing, which made me really laugh. All the kids thought it was crazy but she did consent to standing in the street wearing her precious handknit socks when we had to kill a little time at the park before taking them back to their dad's house.
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Hot off the needles and unblocked, I present to you, Jaywalkers. I will never knit them again.
Other photos of the weekend (click for full size):
Moments in the hotel. Walking up to the Texas State Historical Museum.
Wisteria vines were flowering in front of the Museum. I've never seen the flowers up close before. This is the original figure that stood on top of the state capital building and was replaced with a new model made of more durable material. Her features were intended to bee seen from several hundred feet away - she looks pretty ugly up close.
Looking down at the mosaic on the floor from the 3rd level. Looking out at the star sculpture from the 3rd level. Moments in the museum restaurant. Emeline can't keep her hands off a sweeper like this now that we have one and she knows what to do with it.
More hotel moments - Emeline now reads the phone book. Seriously. Anywhere. Can't leave Lila alone on the floor with anything nearby because she's wanting to grab everything. Emeline feels the need to answer the telephone when it rings and thinks she can make phone calls at any time.
If you've never eaten at Sonic you don't know what you're missing (especially a cherry lime squeeze). We have them in Kansas but I don't know if they go much farther north. It's a drive-up restaurant with car hops, and some picnic tables outside. Emeline survived the weekend eating french fries and ice cream (so necessary when you're going without naps). She also learned how to drink from a straw (finally!).
How the kids and our family has changed from the last visit to the History Museum in Austin:
Katie: August 2002 and February 2006. Probably wouldn't be caught dead in that kiddie cowboy hat now.
Suzannah: August 2002 and February 2006
All the kids: August 2002 and August 2006