Lookee at the pretty green yarn that came today from Mama-E! I’m thinking this needs to be a shawl or stole so its glorious greenness can be seen by all. Any suggestions y’all may have regarding a shawl or stole pattern using 430 yards or less of yarn are welcome.
And I’ve cast on a nap time sweater with the peach colored yarn. Nap time being defined as something that can be worked on in a semi-dark room without the pattern suffering from numerous interruptions.
For evening knitting I cast on a Print O’ The Wave Stole this week. The yarn is Marina Piccola from Scout. I’ll have to order more before this can be finished. I’m thoroughly enjoying this pattern, however I’m averaging only one repeat per night before my eyes cross from fatigue.
Thank you all very much for your indignant and supportive replies to the post regarding the school “misplacing” my youngest daughter. I abstained from calling them all sorts of vile names because some of the jobs I’ve applied for are with the school district.
Today one of the preschoolers in my class shoved wads of toilet paper up both of his nostrels, where it remained stubbornly lodged until two adults could extricate it. Can we say a collective, “Ew gross!” And to his parents I’d like to make this request, “Please refrain from reproducing again. The one you have needs lots of attention!” This was the most socially acceptable accomplishment this particular youngster performed today. Somedays all you can do is hug the little darlings. He isn’t a bad kid, he’s just not incredibly smart. Even after being reduced to mouth breathing he was still trying to stick more paper up there.*
I spun a pound of New Zealand top too. It’s not been dyed yet so a picture would be boring. This particular wool was very slippery. So far I enjoy the BFL best when it comes to wool. It has enough texture to grab easily (I know, not technical spinning term) and it’s lots softer than Romney.
Now, off to catch up on everyone’s blogs. You all lead much more exciting lives than I.
*just a note this morning to clarify to everyone that I absolutely love working with children. In fact, they are the only reason I keep saying yes to coming back in to work. My complaints are with the mismanagement and silly antics of the adults I work with. And this particular little guy I was talking about is one of my favorite fellows. Mostly because I know he really needs the attention I fear he doesn’t get elsewhere. He calls me his “Big Friend” and his face lights up when I get there in the morning. So please don’t send me hate comments about the recount of yesterday’s events. It was a long day and this was my attempt to unwind by adding some reflective levity to a scary and potentially dangerous situation.