1. I finished the first Monkey sock. Yeah, just a shade under a half-year. Way to go. (I'll try for pics tomorrow.)
1a. Edited to add: More good news! It's not really half a year--it's only like 2 months. I just looked it up to link to the original Monkeys post and it was November. Woohoo. Ok, not that great, but I feel a little better...
2. Irene's Polka Dotted Hat finally has earflaps. She's pleased. I'm pleased. We're all pleased.
I tried for pics of the earflaps, but Keegan insisted on being in the shot. Here he and Irene are. Oh, and the hat.

Keegs is posing with some kind of fire engine and a screwdriver or something. As you know, the kiddo is a little crazy. I can always count on him for an interesting and fun picture...

The pompoms somehow worked, and I don't want to say too much about it. I do fear the knitting gods and I don't want to anger them. I'll just remind of you this debacle. Be sure to scroll down on the link to where Spencer "espressed" himself on my pompoms...
3. The Van socks are almost done, too. I've got maybe a half inch or so before I start decreasing for the toe, and then I'm done! Not bad. They moved along for a project that I only work on in the car.
Three good things. That's about all I've got. Now on to the sweater. I'm on the first sleeve.

Here it is on the Divan in the foyer. No, I never really call it a Divan, but Brian's Grandmother does and I think it's the funniest and cutest thing. It belonged to Bri's great Aunt Teda and it's really a special piece to us. (Unfortunately, the kids don't hold it in as high esteem, so it will have to be refinished and reupholstered one of these days. That's the price you pay for not living in a museum, though, so I'm willing to pay it.)

Spencer, what you got there?

You see the needle? Do ya?

Um, don't pull. Please don't pull it, Spence.

Oh no.

No. No. No!

Spencer is tearing at the sleeve, laughing and crying, "Pull".

Spencer--"Pull, pull, pull!"
Mommy--"No, no, no!"

Oh, shit.

I hate this sweater.
Oh boy. What a sight, right? I have to admit something. I do not hate the sweater. I DID. But I put that puppy in a time out and I feel better now. I don't hate it. I'm not fond of the sweater.
And there's something else, something I have to admit. I hate the sweater because it keeps coming out wrong. Yeah, a lot wrong. And the sleeve was WAY too damned big.
Do you see where I'm going with this? Hmmm? I had to frog the sleeve. And I was angry and I didn't want to touch the thing. The thought of Spencer going to town on it seemed funny. And you know what? It was. I now associate the frogging of the sleeve with him laughing (pull, pull, pull!) and it helped. Hopefully you, my dear friend, aren't too traumatized by my little joke here. I honestly just couldn't resist myself. You know you would have done the same. Even while he pulled, I knew I would do it. Robert Palmer, Baby--Simply Irresistable.
I'm reworking the sleeve now. I cast on 10 stitches fewer. (You think my gauge might be off?) Nah.
I'm off to knit, but I will leave you with this little gem. Kind of reminds me of a kitten... Please disregard the box of paper recycling in my dining room. There's really no excuse.
Edited--Stupid video won't work. I'll add it tomorrow as a little bonus or something. I can't get it to stick to this post. Err.
4 comments:
OMG I'm laughing my butt off at Spencer going "pull, pull, pull" with Brian's sweater! Dominic says the same thing-it's his new favorite word! Luckily, he hasn't gotten a hold of any knitting.....yet!
Hang in there, it will work out.
I have my kids help too! I give them an end and let them run off pulling out the yarn. Their smiling and laughing makes it a lot more fun too. (their fav one my car coat sweater 10 skeins of LB Homespun)
Spencer is clearly having a wonderful time. I will admit that I was wincing a bit, but this was a good one. Good luck with that sweater. Have you considered getting the yarn blessed or smudged or something?
I wish I had been a knitter when my son was Spencer's age. That was too funny!
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