So this happened on Bonfire Night. You’ve been warned, kid…next time it’s BYOHat or you’re outta luck.
I’m currently knitting a pullover that is definitely going to be too big. I used the wrong size needles for the ribbing on the front (but not on the back), and I’m almost certainly going to run out of yarn halfway through the first sleeve. And to make matters worse, last night this happened:
No one worry–I was able to get it all sorted after ripping back four rows. But it still almost gave me a heart attack. There’s a reason I don’t knit shawls that are entirely covered in lace.
Please keep #knitshaming! I’ve loved some of the others I’ve seen so far, especially one over at Through the Back Loops…be sure to check it out!
I said I’d be back on Monday, and here I am! I have been checking out several other blogs that have started their own knitshaming series, and I hope you will too! Be sure to use the #knitshamjng hashtag and link back to the original blog post for clear directions. Whether you’re blogging, tweeting, or instagramming, take the time to knitshame it! ❤
Today’s the big day! The knitshaming revolution begins!
What is knitshaming? It’s like dog shaming, but for knitters, hand knits, yarn, WIPs, FOs, gauge swatches, and anything else knitty. That project that won’t cooperate? A deep dark knitting confession? Knitshame it!
I’m planning a knitshaming blog post every Monday (at least) and pics on Instagram as they become available! Directions for joining in the fun are at the bottom of the post.
Here are a few pics to get us started!
Have you got a knitshaming pic you’d like to share? Willing volunteers and projects only, of course! Email me at email@example.com or share your pic on Instagram with the #knitshaming hashtag! You can also follow me on Instagram @knitshaming for more pictures.
I’m looking forward to some knitshaming adventures!
I know, I know! I’ve disappeared off the face if the planet. I suppose a more accurate description would be that I’ve moved to the other side of the planet, but you get the idea. Regardless, we’re here, we’re settled, and we’re happy. Cheers!
There’s loads to say, but tonight I’m focusing on one knitting project I’m excited about. It’s not a design, but an idea I can’t wait to share on the blog! I’m hopeful that it’ll become an interactive project that some of you will be excited about, too!
So stay tuned for the introduction…tomorrow!
Ever since we found out that we are moving back to England for another three year stint, everyone asks how I’m doing, how we’re managing, if we’re ready, if I’m worried, etc. They’re natural questions–and I’ve been pretty nonchalant about them. It’ll be fine. Worry is wasted. We’ll get it all done. The girls will adjust.
But now, as we enter into crunch time, I may be on the verge of some sort of mini-breakdown. The movers (who cancelled and are now rescheduled for the day before we fly) are partly to blame, but I suspect that this was inevitable, even if things had all gone off without a hitch. After all, it’s a big move, a big transition, a big change, and a big deal.
So, right now, I’m focused on breathing. It will all get done. The girls will survive the chaos that is going on right now. Marcus and I will survive, too.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
It’s not my feet (though they are pretty cute, and my husband affectionately refers to them as “finger toes” because I can pick things up with them). Object #35 is the pool at my mom’s house, overlooking the Chesapeake Bay. Her house is one of my favorite places to be year-round, but there’s certainly no place like it in the world during the summer months. Sitting by the pool, relaxing, while the kids splash about in the water (or better yet, take a nap!). Sitting and chatting with my sisters, mom, husband, a close friend, or simply sitting and taking it all in.
I’ve blogged about my book several times over the years, and since I’ve put almost 6 years of my life into this experience, it’s only logical that it deserves a place as one of my 100 objects.
Scattered began as a shadow of an idea in 2007, made its way to paper, was rehashed, edited, re-written, edited, abandoned, revived, and finally published in 2012. It was one of the most educational, scary, and meaningful experiences of my life. I took an idea, nurtured it and watched it grow, and finally (after lots of pushing and prodding) put it out there for others to read.
It’s very hard for me to say that I’m proud of myself. But I am. I really am.
Once upon a time, most of my blog posts were about the girls. Parenting. Our adventures. They were interspersed with travel or knitting. But there were always pictures of my girls.
I think the social media generation has taken away the need for me to blog about the girls. I’m constantly uploading pictures to Facebook or Instagram. There’s such instant gratification that I rarely take the time to blog pictures of them. In truth, I rarely take the actual camera places anymore, instead depending on my iPhone to capture moments that once required an obscenely expensive DSLR camera and an entire bag of equipment. Times are changing.
But I’m trying to move away from the speed of some manners of social media, and take more time to pause and reflect. More time to be purposeful. More time to live in the present. That’s part of what this return to blogging is. My blog was never intended for anyone else. It was a time for me to sit and write and share and ponder. I love that people (family, friends, anyone) read it. But I love that, unlike other social media, it isn’t always about the connection that I have with you. It’s just about what I share.
At any rate, the girls are getting big. So big. Bigger than I could have imagined, even if I’d tried. Samgirl is almost 9. Kicka is recently 7. JD is a wild and wonderful (mostly) 3. The girls are excited (-ish) about our move back overseas. They’re taking up loads of my time and energy, but in a good way. I’m rarely as exhausted by parenting as I once was. Don’t get me wrong. It’s still exhausting and all-encompassing. But it’s not quite the physical labor and exhaustion that it once was (when they were all babies). I’m a new brand of tired these days.
One of the biggest events with the girls recently was Samantha’s First Holy Communion. It was a truly beautiful occasion that we will cherish always. She did an amazing job with all of the prep work and throughout her religious education classes this year. Marcus and I truly felt that she was ready to take this step in our faith, and we’re so thrilled that so many of our family and friends were able to be there to help us celebrate.
I feel like she was only baptized yesterday.