Funny

Okay, so we're nursing to sleep at naptime and Olive is nodding off, eyes rolled back in her head, well on her way to dream land, when boom! she pikes, pulls off the boob while sucking in a rattling Vader breath, which she then expels with an "eye-yeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" topped with a giant raspberry, a grin, and a return to the boob.

I tell you, this kid, she is funny.

My yarn is ready! My yarn is ready! Picture tap dancing mice traipsing across my heart. Yee. haw.

This is what I call funny, yo. In a grown up way.

Melange

Oi, the wee babe is sick. She's been fighting a cold for a week now, and has now evolved into a gooby coughing mess. Great green gobs of snot drip down her face, and if I'm not on it in seconds (maybe a fraction of a second), she is rubbing her nose and her eyes and there is a melange of body fluids EVERYWHERE. Or she just eats it. Mmmmmm. All of those times I grossed my mum out by chewing my toenails are coming back to haunt me.

Yesterday I impulse purchased myself a (huge) skein of Fleece Artist Country Mohair in Rainforest. It is SO beautiful. I had no idea what I would do with it at the time, but I've since dreamed up the plan for a gorgeous pillow for my couch. Yummy. There was another woman there puchasing 6 skeins who was talking about creating a coat based on her grandfather's oriental rug. Ya.... me too. 'Cuz I would know how to do that.

I am an obsessive list maker. I make huge lists, then I accomplish almost nothing on it. But dammit, that list will prevent me from forgetting anything that I shouldn't. There are currently things on the big list (living on the fridge) that are months behind. We missed the RESP date. I haven't called my cousin. The car hasn't been cleaned since we purchased it. And why the heck would I want to read that boring insurance policy anyways? I'd much rather attend to the pressing business of nursing/playing/feeding/walking/dishes/laundry/taking a break. Getting the bathroom cleaned on a semi-regular basis is a triumph - actually making a will is beyond my ken.

And really, let's be honest. My brain is a sieve. Random thoughts and ideas trickle through my mind, like snowflakes on a warm day, only to melt the moment they make contact with anything else. So, the lists.

Uh, what was the point?

I finally finished Doug's birthday hat - photo forthcoming (must convince him to let me take a picture), and mostly finished the baby sweater (need some wooden buttons) which will be blogged about on Handmaiden's blog because, evidently, it is a near perfect example of what Mme. Handmaiden refers to as "the sweet spot" in hand dyed yarn.

Crafty goals (I feel a list coming on...):

• clean & oil sewing machine
• purchase fabric to make bibs
• start above mentioned pillow
• practice embroidery

All about yarn

I got to order my Handmaiden yarn for my latest projects, yippee!

First, a skein of 4-ply Cashmere in Autumn to make a hat for someone special.

Second, two skeins of Grande Godiva in Origin to make myself a moebius scarf so that my scarf tails don't get inbetween me and the babe when we're out walking in the winter.

Third, a Cashmere Pullover in a custom colour (a takeoff on the Peridot colourway) for me as a reward for being such a great mum and nursing all night long every night.

I've banned myself from going to my favourite local yarn store because they wouldn't let me exchange the Turbo needles I bought for my moebius scarf, which I'd originally planned to knit out of Noro Silk Garden. I bought 3 balls in colour 203, along with the needles in the correct gauge. Then I realized that the project would really look better in the Handmaiden Grande Godiva and went to switch the needles for a bigger gauge, at which point I was told no, sorry, but you could be lying and trying to cheat us by having already used the needles. So basically needles are like underwear in their world. And I, a yarn junkie, will never go into their store again even though it hurts me. I am an honest person. I would never cheat a small local business. (A multi-national evil empire, well that's another story. Although I don't think that yarn and big profits go hand in hand).

On a side note, I am dying to knit either the Lizard Ridge Afghan from Knitty or this exquisite Domino Blanket, both Noro Kureyon, both totally out of my price league.

My little muffin was very attached to mummy today. I guess that's what you get when you attachment parent, right?