Knitting · life

Yes, I am still alive.

I’m not sure exactly what it is that has kept me from blogging lately. It just seems that by the time I’ve checked all my email accounts (and then FaceBook and Ravelry and the news and blogs) in the morning, there’s housework to do (load the dishwasher, get the laundry going, general tidying and dealing with children and such). Then it’s out to run errands or to make lunch and unload the dishwasher. Another quick check of the email, and then it’s time to make dinner. Then bath time and bed time for the kids and some quiet knitting (after I make the email rounds again of course). Perhaps I should give up email (and Facebook and Ravelry and the news and blogs)?

And my knitting, a true reflection of my life, is boring too.

Here’s some endless knitting:

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And here’s some endless knitting with the occasional YO thrown in:

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And here’s some endless knitting with a few purls thrown in:

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(Note to self: in your next life, marry a man with smaller feet.)

Knitting · life

What?!

I see it’s been an entire week since my last post. Good Lord, what is this world coming to? And to think that only a couple of weeks ago, I was considering making August my NaBloPoMo month (guess that’s not going to happen). In my defense, this week has been busy busy busy. We went to the lake 2 times this week, as well as the sprinkler park one day. Throw in the weekly marketing and a trip to the library and boy-howdy if that doesn’t make me too busy for blogging, well, I don’t know what else does. Whatever. You aren’t here for stories about my boring life, you come for my awesome knitting insights and hilarious witticisms. Sadly, I’ve none of those either. Not today, anyhow. I do have a photo of some finished knitting.

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These are a set of sand dollar washcloths I knitted up as part of a thank you gift. I cast the first one on yesterday at the lake and finished the third one this morning while enjoying The Daily Show over a cup of coffee.

Now, guess who got a bunch of lace books at the library today! Me, that’s who! I’m off to learn (from a book) the art of designing circular lace shawls. I may not post for another week, so… cheers!

cute kids · Knitting · life

No Post Title This Time.

Dear Blog, I know it’s been a few days since my last post. Things around here have been busy. Over the weekend we all went to the Shore, staying with Mr. Interrupted’s aunt and uncle (and a couple of cousins) in their gorgeous house a mere block from the beach.

It was like a dream. Imagine rolling out of bed into your bathing suit and strolling down to the ocean after a quick breakfast. Lunchtime? Just pop back to the house for a quick bite to eat and maybe a nap before heading back. Everything about it was just wonderful. The boys had a marvelous time.

I7 learned how to boogie board (and he doesn’t even know how to swim!) and E3 and I had a grand time playing in the surf together and collecting shells. The boys dug a great big hole.

(down to the water table, which, frankly, I didn’t know was possible)

I knitted.

I couldn’t ask for a more perfect vacation.

cute kids · life

Fairy Dust Dreams

Isaac had to have two baby teeth extracted the other day so you know what that means–a visit from the tooth fairy! For some reason, our tooth fairy thought it would be a fun and good idea if she left superfine glitter fairy dust all over the sink in the bathroom (also, the floor). Why the bathroom sink you ask? When Isaac lost his first tooth, there were all sorts of questions I wasn’t really prepared to answer. The tooth fairy is not the same as Santa, you see. Santa is easy. It’s pretty well established where Santa comes from and how he gets in your house and what he does when he gets there. The tooth fairy, however, that’s a different story all together and, frankly, I didn’t have a firmly established mythos about the tooth fairy to answer the questions that came up when they came up. So I improvised. And what do you get when you improvise? A tooth fairy that enters and exits the house through the drain in the sink.

life · links

Feeling a little off…

Perhaps because of the recent drama we’ve been through here, I’ve been feeling a little down. In addition,

  • I paid $58 for a haircut that made me wish I’d done it myself with a flowbee.
  • Stoopid asthma. I’m going to friend asthma on Facebook just so I can fucking unfriend it. And block it too.
  • I am more angry that I (perhaps) ought to be about the outcome of the Torchwood “Children of Earth” series.
  • The disagree wank* on Ravelry has really gotten to me.
  • This made me cry.

I’m depressed people. Last weekend, we stopped at Hammonasset Beach state park on the way home from the Guilford Art Festival. It made me happy to be near the ocean and was the first time in many weeks that I felt balanced and at peace.** I think a return trip is in order. Besides, the kids had a good time too.

Dig it, yo!

*when somebody on Ravelry whines about their disagree button being clicked. “Whaaa! Why did you disagree with me? You must be a troll!!!”
**well, except that I came home with a sunburn… luckily that healed pretty quickly though. Thank you aloe vera spray-with-lidocaine!

Knitting · life

Knitting is Therapy

While I am not going to blog about what has been going on here at Chez Interrupted, I can show you this:

Beautiful and useful socks, born from a shit-storm. It will never ever cease to amaze me how the comforting act of knitting produces an object that is, itself, comforting. And while I will probably always remember these as the socks I knit while riding an emotional roller coaster, I will also remember how they brought me perfect moments of peace and stillness.

Also, they are sparkly.

Knitting · life

O Hai!

So it’s been nearly a month since I last posted here. Anywhere really. Not only have I been feeling sarcastically uninspired, but there has been a sarcastic amount of family drama over the last couple of weeks. Also, Michael Jackson died. Thank god for knitting.

life · random

ADHD ruins another sort of okay movie.

**SPOILER ALERT**

If you haven’t seen The Other Boleyn Girl yet and give a flying rat’s ass about the plot, I suggest you stop reading now.

**END ALERT**

The other night we watched The Other Boleyn Girl. It was okay, but I had a hard time keeping with the serious tone of the movie, mostly because of this song.

Henry wants a divorce from Catherine of Aragon? “I’m Henry the VIII, I am, Henry the 8th I am I am…” Henry rapes Anne Boyeln because he can’t take her manipulative bullshit any more? “I’m gettin’ married to the widow next door, she’s been married seven times before.” Anne is beheaded for trying to get preggers by her bother? “Second verse, same as the first!”

So, yeah. Yay ADHD.

life

It was a very early morning

One of the added advantages of co-sleeping with your kids is that you get a ring-side seat to early morning attacks of the stomach flu. Yay attachment parenting.

life

Wow!

There is nothing like a comment contest to boost a blogger’s morale, let me tell you! I have not been disappointed. Reading your comments about that bug I found in my tub provided much entertainment. And Chris, TMI! Seriously, dood!

So some of you are probably wondering what kind of bug that was. Some of you thought it might be a silverfish. Most of you had the same reaction I’d had: “Ew, that bug is freaking me out! Honey, get over here and dispatch of it posthaste!!!” Now, I’m going to surprise you all. That is the exact wrong reaction to have.

Mr. Interrupted ignored my pleas to smush it (which, I am not kidding, was a good two inches long and nearly as fat as a dime) and gently scooped it up into a cup. Then he insisted I do a google search for centipedes of Connecticut. Now, I had firmly fixed in my mind that this thing was some sort of mutant radioactive silverfish (and why on Earth would anyone want to rescue a disgusting silverfish?!) so while I was googling, I was arguing with him. The first thing I did was go to the silverfish wiki and realized that, for once, Mr. Interrupted was right. Our bug was decidedly not a silverfish. So, I googled up centipedes of Connecticut and found this. Our creepy crawly is a house centipede.

Now before you all give the poor guy a collective Cesarean thumbs down, realize that house centipedes are actually beneficial bugs. It surprised me to learn that these guys eat household pests, including roaches and silverfish. They eat bed bugs and carpet beetles. They even eat clothes moths, people! That little house centipede will protect your yarn from the moths that are out to eat it. House centipedes are awesome. Their only problem is that they freak people the fuck out.

[thanks to myriorama for this beautiful and terrifying macro shot]

Don’t forget to stop by tomorrow to see who wins the contest!