Adding to the stash

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When I ordered the yarn for my BFF’s Kindness shawl, I also ordered a few more fingering weight skeins of Knit Picks yarn*.  Because you know, free shipping and all.

Plus it was on sale!!!

My friend wanted this color of Knit Picks Chroma Twist Fingering yarn (Confetti):

So to round out my order I also got some Thunderhead Stroll Tonal:

Inverness Stroll Tonal:

They look good together.

And more of the Chroma Twist Fingering in Weather Vane (2), Red Velvet, and Surf’s Up:

That should be enough to keep me satisfied until May 6.  I’m headed to the Maryland Sheep and Wool Festival.

* I am not affiliated with Knit Picks and received no compensation for this posting.

 

 

Once upon a time…

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…there was an overconfident knitter.

She decided to knit a shawl for one of her closest friends.  This overconfident knitter thought that she would get this beauty off the needles within two weeks as that was how long it took her to knit the first one using the same pattern.

The overconfident knitter said to herself’ “Lifelines?  I don’t need no stinkin’ lifelines!”

So she knit on the shawl with complete abandon not even giving a lifeline another thought.

Alas, the overconfident knitter had to rip out or rather unknit not only two rows of lace knitting three times each but three rows of lace knitting three times each.

Three rows of 267 stitches three times each. (That’s only unknitting 2,403 stitches and reknitting 2,403 stitches.)

Did the overconfident knitter learn her lesson?  Oh yeah, but it took her nine times to finally figure it out!

Moral of the story: Use the freaking lifelines!!!!

Robin redbreast

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I went out to get the oil changed in my car the other day and when I got back, Mr. Aitch told me that he or rather the house was being attacked by a very persistent robin.

First, the robin would knock on the front door.  Then go to the door to the deck and do the “shave-and-a-hair-cut two-bits” rapping.  It was driving Mr. Aitch crazy!

I witnessed the knocking on the front door soon after I got home so I investigated the door.

The #@*% bird had done his business all over my hanging basket/door decor.  I immediately took it down along with the hook that held it thinking that would keep the bird from attacking the door window.

Not a chance.

So I sent my brother, sister, and sister-in-law the following text:

 

Then I sent an explanation that we were also enjoying a wine, cheese, ham and cracker lunch…

 

 

 

…and the following picture:

So far it’s working.  And no bird droppings on the king of the jungle guarding our front door.

Relaxing

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Up until a few months ago, I did not like Sundays. It was just as hectic as every other day.  After Mass, I would go to the market for the weekly shopping while the kids went to CCD (Sunday school) then I’d pick them up on the way home.

We’d unload the car, put the groceries away and I’d hurry to get lunch on the table.

This routine continued even after the kids moved out.  Mr. Aitch was the choir director at a different church so I would still go to the market after Mass while he was at his church.  Then the rest of the routine followed pretty much the same: unload the car, put the groceries away, hurry to get lunch on the table.

Mr. Aitch retired from the choir director position over a year ago and since we were both retired, I didn’t need to go to the market every week.

The hectic routine gradually changed.  I always associated going to Mass/church as a dreadful thing and I would berate myself for not wanting to spend some time with God.  But that wasn’t it at all.  It was what I made the day out to be and yesterday, it finally dawned on me that I now enjoy Sundays again.

A day of rest and relaxing.