FO: A4A Lorna’s Laces baby hat
Yarn: Lorna’s Laces worsted in denim and Lorna’s Laces Shepeherd Sock in Lakeview
Needles: Size 9 US/5.5mm
Pattern: CO 42, 1×1 rib four rows, stockinette until piece measures about 3.5″
decrease round 1: *k4, k2tog*, round 2: K1 plain, round 3: *k3, k2tog*, round 4: K1 plain, etc.
Ravelry project page
Notes: This is essentially the baby spiral hat pattern I’ve got up on Ravelry. Although I noticed yesterday that it has a typo and I accidentally overwrote the original, so if you use it before I recreate it, just remember that 8×8=64 and not 65. Ahem.
The hat is modeled on a grapefruit. I didn’t omit plain rounds near the top so it’s a bit peaked, but that’s intentional. It’ll make it easier to pluck it off the top of the head. The yarn is about 40-45 yards leftover from a baby sweater a few years ago.
This is going to Afghans for Afghans, which has a deadline of May 15th for baby through child items for their Spring campaign. It’s a cause I’ve wanted to contribute to for a while now. Sometimes a quick and easy project is just what’s needed to raise one’s spirits, and if it also clears clutter from the house, so much the better.
When last we left our party, we were in a lift, headed down to a room where our three rescued Dwarves were going to fix some machinery for us.
GM Vaschon: Your party begins to descend and sees a very large machine room.
Val: is there a small man behind a curtain?
GM Vaschon: The room itself is 80′ x 80′ and filled with pumps and other gears. What a great place for an ambush. Your party is roughly 30′ from the ground.
Palin: Okay, I should say up front that both Vaeldriil and I are totally wiped. If a ginormous combat starts up, I don’t know about her, but I’m definitely going to have to call it a night. So we can start fresh with a massacre the next week.
GM Vaschon: Your party arrives at the machine room. The door opens and you are greeted by 5 drow elves.
Torkal: HOLY SON OF A
Veracity: …..
Palin: You are f****** kidding me.
Aleanghi: Oh for the love of…
Veracity: “Run away! Run away!”
And then all hell broke loose.
Sorry for the lack of updates, it’s been a busy time. I’ll make up for it with some surprisingly gory Emily art!
This is a picture of someone having their eye shot out with a slingshot. There are crosshairs on the slingshot, I suppose to let the shooter get a good bead on the target. Note the open mouthed cry of surprise and the eyeball falling to the ground at about knee level. I think that’s a rock going past the victim’s head but I’m not sure. Lest anyone think my daughter is without compassion, the girl standing beside the victim is there “to make her feel better.”
We have now discussed that if someone’s eye gets poked out, it doesn’t grow back, it’s gone for good, so LET’S NOT RECREATE THIS SCENE. She would never do that, of course. She just thinks that in theory, it’s hilarious. As for me, I’m suitably impressed with the level of detail in this picture. Even though she’s drawing grisly scenes of mayhem, she’s come a long way!
“We are letting parents know that today in PE class there was a dodge ball game that got a little out of control. Some kids got hit hard with the ball. Emily says she was hit but not hard. She is not hurting now. She is calm and says she is OK. (Special Area Teacher)”
How bad does a dodgeball game have to get for the teachers to start sending notes home? I’m picturing the Gone With The Wind scene where the camera pans across all the wounded soldiers in the middle of town, but with little kids with charley horses. Oh, the humanity!
I’m sure everything’s fine, but I am writing back to get more details, and to find out how the heck P.E. turned into Thunderdome today. Yow.
ETA: “She was calm through the entire incident. I’m not sure of the details. There was a sub. It sounds as if the boys just got a little of control with throwing the ball.”
Okay, good enough.
Palin: Okay, I have to warn everybody up front that I only got a few hours of sleep last night, so I am prone to do something unexpected, like fall asleep or charge into the fray.
GM: So in other words, a normal week!
Palin: touche.
Break out your tarp, it’s about to get messy.
I had a lovely four mile walk along the Little Sugar Creek Greenway with my friend Laura (hi, Laura!) this morning. It’s always fun being with her. Down side: I’ve been more tired since Stitches and now I really want a nap, but I know that we have to do homework, etc., before going to a family reunion this evening. I’m looking forward to seeing everyone, but it’d be more convenient if it weren’t on a school night. Whatcha gonna do, eh? I’ll just tank up on coffee afterward so I’m able to stay awake and kick undead butt in D&D tonight. I’m going to have to find a place to set up my laptop that won’t exacerbate my back, which has been acting up for the last few days.
Man, I’m just falling apart, aren’t I?
Anywho, here’s another little beauty from the Knitting Notions booth. This is 420 yards of their kettle dyed superwash merino. I was really impressed by the color quality on their variegated yarns. This colorway is Lichen. This is right up my alley.
I really didn’t buy that much actual yarn, although there are a few I’m kicking myself over, like this Madeline Tosh sock yarn in Frida from the Yarn and Fiber Company. It’s not my normal fare at all, but I went back to it three times. My usual rule is that if you find yourself going back to something three times, then you’ll probably think about it when you leave and you should buy it. I should have listened to myself.
Okay, I’m taking five while my daughter snacks on brie and crackers, which has become her new favorite snack. Wish me luck in staying awake.
This is the most practical purchase I made at Stitches South. The heels of my Tofutsies socks have worn thin, and for a long time I’ve wanted a really pretty wooden darning egg to help with the mending. This hand-carved beauty is made of walnut and came from the Knitting Notions booth. Their store is located in Nashville and they have an online storefront as well.
I love this. It’s something beautiful that I’ll actually use, making it an easy purchase to justify.
Stitches was fun, but I seem to have come down with some kind of post-convention crud. I’ll try and post tomorrow.
I’m going to Stitches South on a bus with the Charlotte Knitting guild. The bus is sponsored by Universal Yarn, so props to them.
To whittle down the clutter in the house, I’ve been maintaining a strict one in / one out policy on my stash for a while now, and that’s not going to change just because I’m going to be in a giant convention center filled with indie yarn vendors. Five skeins have been sold from my stash this week, and tonight I’m going to try to foist off some more on a friend. If I come back from Atlanta with a crazy amount of yarn, I’ll be clearing out my stash like I’m shoveling snow off the driveway.
Not that I would do that. I love snow. And yarn.
Well, I didn’t say it would be easy.
Em’s hayfever is in full swing. I’ve bought an air purifier, am drying the clothes in the dryer instead of hanging them out, and am basically letting Em do what she always wants to do anyway, which is hang around the house and do nothing. Like mother like daughter.
Her allergy is to oak pollen. It affects me some years too, but not this year and not like her, poor kid. We have a giant oak tree in the back yard so it’s hard to get away from. Claritin or the other long-lasting medications seem to have no effect on either of us, so mainly we take preventive measures and suffer.
I sent her to school this morning, sniffling and tanked up on Bendryl, with instructions to the teacher to treat it like an illness and call me if she thinks Em needs to come home. If she’s not learning anything, then she might as well not learn it here in our hermetically sealed bubble.
Em drew this picture this morning and is giving it to a girl in another class whom she wants to get to know better. I’ve blurred out her last name and her teacher’s last name, just in case. First she left off the final line and said, “This will show Yohayra that I want to be her friend.” Then, while brushing her teeth, she came tearing out of the bathroom and added the final line. I think that was a good call. It’s kind of a “If you liked Cats, you’ll LOVE Les Mis!” sales pitch, but bashful. It worked on me – I like Em, so now I want to know who this Allyson kid is who’s so similar to my girl.
I’m off to run some really quick errands before coming home and staying by the phone, just in case.
