Monday, August 14, 2006

gettin' my knit on again

Something great happened tonight: I felt like knitting again! Maybe it's the realization from last week that I really do need some better tools for relaxing right now. And since this bellybean is my kid, not friend X or Y's, it makes no sense to abandon my favorite form of relaxation and go in search of something else that so-and-so thinks is better.

So I knit some on the Heike socks:

Heike socks past the heel


They are on tiny sz 0 needles. They are taking forever. I realized that I'm pretty bored with them--it's just miles of the tiny twist cable to go until I can do something interesting, like a toe, but I'm pretty happy with how they're turning out. I made the cuffs shorter because I was afraid I might run out of yarn, but I like the effect just fine.

trying them on


But I also have some Adrienne Vittadini linen yarn stashed, and some Euroflax. I've been thinking for awhile that linen washcloths would be the ideal summer knit project: portable, not wool, something easy and different. Besides, the women at work have been so completely wonderful to me that I have this dream of making them each a linen washcloth and giving them some very lush soap as a thank-you when the baby's born. Tonight I made it as far as picking several stitch patterns from my Harmony Guide Volume 1 and casting on a few stitches.

B and I are definitely in nesting mode. We've been looking at houses (we were hoping to move next summer anyway, and now that fire's really lit under our butts), and this is what we bought ourselves for our birthdays tonight (more than a month after my birthday, and just a few days before his):

Birthday goodies for me & B

The saleswoman was so nice--very helpful (aren't commissions great?), and when we discovered the bonus for purchasing the set was a stinky nonstick chef's pan, she gave us the matching stainless chef pan instead. We didn't need the pretty stainless teakettle--we have an InstaHot--but I'm a firm believer in free. B keeps telling me that I won't be able to cook on high heat anymore (which is probably how our 10-year-old Teflon-coated pans got trashed anyway). He says he's worried about my "cheesy burny things" (I'm not very good at grilled cheeses).

Apparently my sweet husband was so excited that he had to unpack just one of the pans. I came out to find this on my stove:

The bonus pan


And I think we've figured out how Harvey manages to keep himself covered with fleas, despite all our best efforts to eradicate them (yes, that is half of our rootless thus dead lawn on his back, and at least this time I caught him before he came back into the house):

Harvey after a roll in the hay