There has been a bit of radio silence on my part the last few days. On Thursday I came down with a horrible stomach virus (perhaps the same one the kids had two weekends ago?) and I’ve only recently begun to feel like an actual human being.
On Sunday (since I was finally able to pick myself up off the bathroom floor) Gabe and I took the kids to a park on the Hood Canal. It was overcast because of the fires in Eastern Washington but the view was still incredible and the breeze felt amazing. The kids enjoyed themselves, but I wish I had thought ahead and brought a spare change of clothes for them. I didn’t expect for the water to be so warm and they were itching to splash around. Normally I would have let them wade in and play in their clothes, but we were heading to dinner shortly afterwards and two small children sitting naked and shivering in a restaurant just wasn’t an option for us, go figure.
The photo of Sam holding onto a shell is one of my favorites. He claimed he could hear the ocean from inside the shell.
I haven’t done much knitting or reading this week. I’m still working on Inland and I finally caved and ordered my own copy of A Well Trained Mind. There is too much information in there for me to take in without being able to highlight to my heart’s content.
* Joining Ginny.
Inland is a huge disaster. I messed up. BAD. Before I started, I knew I was between sizes, but I decided to knit the smaller of the two sizes because it seemed like a bulkier knit and I thought if it was a tad too snug I could make the necessary adjustments while I blocked it. Turns out I made the wrong decision. It was WAY too snug. So I frogged it; all the way back to where I divided for the sleeves. After I ripped it out, I placed it on the bookshelf and I haven’t touched it for three days. I know I technically have a deadline, but I just can’t deal with it right now.
By the way, do people still say frogged? Or is that so not cool anymore? Should I say I ripped it out? Enlighten me, please.
I’ve been working on a basic pair of socks since then. Stockinette stitch. Nothing fancy. It’s what I need right now. The sock yarn has been sitting in my stash for almost ten years. Isn’t it funny how yarn can be a reflection of your developing taste/style over the years? Ten years ago, I was, ahem, twenty-two years old. I loved bright colors, especially bright pink and green. Now, I gravitate toward much more natural and softer tones. Honestly though, it doesn’t matter what the color of my project is as long as it’s simple and gives me something to knit until I’m ready to tackle my sweater again.
Knitting. It’s not for the weak.
My Inland sweater is coming along nicely; I’ve divided for the sleeves and will begin waist shaping in the next day or two. While I’m happy with the yarn choice color-wise, I do wish there was a way to keep bulky yarn from pilling. The yarn is already starting to develop that hazy look that bulky yarn tends to create when it rubs against something or is worn excessively. Still, I think it will be a very warm sweater and I will probably wear it a lot this fall and winter.
Reading-wise, I’m taking a break. Canning consumes most of my free time and once the kids are in bed it takes all of my remaining energy to knit a few rows before crashing. Perhaps next week I’ll have time to pick up a book.