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Psstt…Mom!

I finished your Christmas present.  And it is absolutely fabulous, if I do say so myself.  Like Kiki’s cardigan, it’s so great that I have to post a picture of it.  So here’s the test.  Will you be able to turn yourself away from the screen and not peek?

I’ll even insert some blank space here, just to encourage you to turn away.  Come on…you know that you want the surprise on Christmas morning…don’t you?

La, la, la.

La, la, la.

La, la, la.

La, la, la.

La, la, la.

La, la, la.

La, la, la.

La, la, la.

Seriously…I don’t trust you.  Did you really think I’d put a picture here?

Tee, hee.

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Don’t Get Your Hopes Up!

Hoping for a sneak peek at some holiday knitting?  Take a glimpse, but don’t get your hopes up…I’m planning on being as vague as possible because of several sneaky family members that read my blog.

The Yoke of Kikis Christmas Cardigan (want to know the pattern?  Find it on my Ravelry Projects page!)

The Yoke of Kiki's Christmas Cardigan (want to know the pattern? Find it on my Ravelry Projects page!)

Manly Malabrigo Socks for a Family Man

Manly Malabrigo Socks for a Family Man

Go Skins! Dishcloth, for a Football Fan

Go Skins! Dishcloth, for a Football Fan

Moms Cardigan, about to be FROGGED!

Mom's Cardigan, about to be FROGGED!

So, some hints and glimpses, but nothing to ruin the surprises too much.  And you read that right, Mom.  Your cardigan has some errors and needs to be frogged.  So, this picture doesn’t even give it away!  So there!

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Getting Antsy

For so many reasons, I think that is going to be the theme of this new week.  I am antsy for my mom to arrive (is it Thursday yet?), antsy for my first acupuncture appointment on Wednesday, and antsy to finish up my Strawberry Shortcake socks, Cardigan for Arwen, and Forest Canopy Shawl so that I can start casting on some new projects.

I am dying to knit with my Dream in Color Smooshy from Erin at Eat.Sleep.Knit.  It is this beautiful yellow color, with tiny streaks of pink throughout, called Butter Peeps.  It’s been dying to become socks since I bought it, but I’ve procrastinated for a variety of reasons.  And since my goal for the past few weeks has been to cut down on my works in progress, I’ve resisted the urge to cast on anything new.  It’s been next to impossible.

The more I sit here and think about it, though, the more I realize that there really is no reason not to cast on.  I mean, I can’t make my mom’s plane get here any sooner.  I can’t make my acupuncture appointment arrive.  But I don’t really have to wait to cast on another pair of socks.  There’s no wool god sitting watching me and shaking his head if I cast on something else.

Cast-on ban be damned.  More cast-ons, here I come!

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If You Knit It, She Will Come

OK, not exactly.  But it feels that way!

My mom is coming to visit next week!  She’ll be here for Mother’s Day, Erica’s birthday, and 10 days of quality time.  I haven’t seen her since October, which we’ve determined is just way too long…we won’t be doing that again.

In the meantime, she’s put in an order for an iPod cozy out of malabrigo’s oro y vino colorway that I used for all of Courtney’s Christmas gifts.  Luckily, I have a teeny tiny bit left.  For those who aren’t familiar with malabrigo or this colorway, take a look:

Otherwise, I have made some serious progress on my WIPs lately!  In fact, I’m down to three things on the needles!  I am about 1/3 of the way through my second Strawberry Shortcake sock.  I’ve just started knitting the left arm of my Cardigan for Arwen.  I’ve stalled on my Forest Canopy Shawl, but expect this to be a knit that will last me until Christmas, as it’s a gift.

I’m hopeful that when my mother arrives next week I will only have two things on the needles–Arwen and the Forest Canopy!  Wish me luck!

Yay for mothers!

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In Her Shoes

I remember growing up, and longing to be just like my mother.  She was, of course, my role model.  As I got older, she became my friend as well as my mother.  I felt that she and I were close as I grew into an adult, but that it wasn’t until I had daughters of my own that I really understood her.

I wonder if Samantha and I will have the same experience.  Will she want to grow up and be like her mum?

I suspect that she might.