I’ve decided to stop numbering my Yarn Along posts. It seemed logical to number them at first, but this morning I realized that it didn’t serve any purpose other than to satisfy my need to organize everything in my life into lists. So, I’m throwing caution to the wind, and no longer numbering my posts.
Pray for me.
Swift is coming along nicely. I had a hiccup on Sunday and ended up one stitch short on a row, only to discover my mistake had been made three rows back. Not a huge deal, except ripping out three rows of lace is way more time consuming than ripping out three rows of stockinette stitch. It set me back a day, but I managed to fix it last night and I’m back on track. It’s such a lovely pattern and the yarn is just to die for. It’s so soft and the color is the most beautiful blueish-purpleish-gray. (Nice adjective use, Sarah.) I would love to have an entire sweater knit out of this stuff. Scratch that: an entire wardrobe!
I’m back to reading Understanding Exposure. Gardening, canning and harvesting season is over and I find that I have more time on my hands than I did a month ago. Photography is something that I really would like to improve upon, so I’m going to make an effort to learn as much as I can during these winter months. This book was recommended by Ginny, and it’s been a great read so far. There are exercises in every chapter and my goal is to complete one exercise a week. Hopefully I (and you all) will start to see a difference in my photos over the next few months. You’ll have to let me know!
The kids are on the mend, and I’m so grateful. Over the past 24 hours, I’ve managed to get a few things done around the house: a load of laundry here, a load of dishes there. Life is slowly returning to normal.
I was gifted with a sourdough starter a few weeks ago. While I am a good cook, I have been informed
by my own mother by some people that my baking skills are lacking. This last batch was by far my best, so I think I’m finally getting the hang of it. Yesterday for breakfast I ate sourdough toast smeared with a blackberry and poblano pepper jam made by the husband of a dear friend. It was to die for.
I do hope I finish this sweater this weekend. My fingers are itching to cast on something new…a hat…a baby sweater…perhaps a throw? I can’t decide.
Enjoy the weekend, friends.
This past week or so I decided I needed to make more of an effort to devote time to myself; this includes self-maintainance such as working out or getting my nails done, or carving time out of each day for one of my hobbies, like knitting, gardening, reading, photography, blogging, etc..
Just writing that sentence makes it seem all too obvious that I have too many hobbies.
Anyway, I managed to cut my nails this week. (Not paint them. Not file them. Cut them.) But that was about it. Oh, and I actually did attend a four hour photography class, but I’ve had that planned since October so I’m not sure if that really counts.
The class was great; it covered the basics, which was was incredibly helpful. I walked out knowing exponentially more than I did before (as in, I know what ISO means) and I’m excited to take another class. Hopefully my newfound photography knowledge will develop into actual photography skills that I can share on this blog.
Half of these photos were taken before the class and half were taken after the class. I can totally tell the difference.
Alas, I’ve only managed to buy myself about 20 minutes of practice time in the last two days. Ellie has developed an awful case of eczema and she’s just miserable. I’ve been applying lotion and cortisone cream to her little body like crazy but it just seems to be getting worse. I’m going to try to get her in to see the doctor tomorrow. I hope they can do something to at least ease her discomfort.
In addition to Ellie’s fussiness, Sam has skipped his naps for the last three days, and Gabe is recovering from hernia surgery, so he can’t lift…or really even walk upright. Basically, I picked a bad time to focus on me.
Because we haven’t set up our office, my layout plans for our new raised beds, as well as my current knitting projects have spilled out into the dining room where they have taken up residence for the past week. Before every meal, we shove aside my laptop, camera, grid paper, gardening books and random double point needles to one side of the table so we can eat on the other side. It’s becoming tiresome but I have nowhere else to go. Gabe says the office will be our next “house project.” I can’t wait.