I still hate spring.
So, my current way of dealing with stress has been eating tin roof sundaes and doing Pinterest-y crafts.
I made a calendar for the girls since their father was traveling a lot:
(The planes show the days he goes and comes back and the other picture of him is a day I’m away at a meeting and the girls get to hang out with him all day. The green-backed pictures are their daycare.)
I also am making them little backpacks with appliques and handmade piping. There was also a weather chart, but they fought over the clothespins, so I put it away.
I have gotten some knitting done as well:
I’m looking forward to when our lives don’t go into complete flux every spring. Then I’ll get more knitting done!
So, the hope is that First Lady and Matriarch will be able to join the throngs at Rhinebeck. If they do go, they will be fully kitted out in the finest fleece Old Navy can offer (if we can find First Lady’s other mitten). Yes, I know I should knit for them. Until pretty recently, though, we weren’t sure what the weather would be like and they’re on a pretty big growth spurt, it seems.
(Matriarch is in pink, and First Lady is in white.)
Also, I’ve made them Halloween costumes and am working on my matching one, sewed covers for their shawls to protect them in the cedar chest, and am working on sewing them advent calendars. And I’ve got reaccreditation at work, am working on a journal article and certifications, am working three days a week, getting ready for four 5K runs by the start of December, and still keeping the house running.
If we are living somewhere that we’d be able to get to Rhinebeck 2016, we’ll see about hats. Or earwarmers, at least. I do feel guilty when their singleton friends with knitting mothers have cute handknits. Of course, when I teach them to knit, our production will really go up!
Ravelry Link Boundary Waters
Pattern: Boundary Waters
Yarn: Knit Picks Bare
Needles: Size 3
Amount of yarn used: 104 g
Source of Yarn: Knitpicks
Modifications: I used the Haruni bindoff.
A beautiful shawl for a beautiful girl.
I cast on for a sock for me in the Nordlys yarn today. It is not white. It is all for me.
I finished the main part of Matriarch’s shawl by the girls’ birthday. It’s over half cast off now, so I have hopes that I’ll be able to finish the casting off by the one year anniversary of when they came home.
Afghans for Afghans isn’t running a campaign now, so I’m waiting on the Car Seat Test mitten. I think I’m going to knit things in bright colors for myself for a bit.
Of course, I am thinking a little about two tiny Rhinebeck sweaters…
I’m on row 162 out of 171 on Matriarch’s shawl. This is the last row where the pattern is in groups of nine repeats; after this, it’s in groups of 19. Counting this, only three more rows are pattern rows with an actual pattern.
I’m looking forward to knitting something in color!
I’m on the last page of instructions for Matriarch’s shawl!
If I keep working on it, I may get all the knitting finished by her first birthday. Then I just need to figure out what edging to do for her shawl and First Lady’s. I want them to match, so I’m thinking of a simple looped edge like First Lady’s called for. That, though, requires crocheting, and I’m not sure I have that much crochet in me. Does anyone have a simple knitted on edging or fancy castoff?
As always, Matriarch’s shawl is coming along, although slower than I’d like. I didn’t get to work on it as much as I’d hoped while traveling to Maryland (I slept in the car) and I had some unexpected things that came up.
She keeps trying to touch it. I know it’s because they’re interested in string now (also containers and transparency), but I like to think it’s because she realizes it’s beautiful and will be hers.
I am looking forward to having the shawls finished and knitting something for myself again. This has been a lot of white lace.
Edit: This came out much more depressing than it was supposed to! I meant it to be more like things I’ve read recently about how the pregnant body becomes a public space for comment and that it’s strange how people in public interact with me only as the subtitles for the girls and think that I always want to stop and answer all questions, no matter how personal, even as I’m hurrying somewhere or trying to calm a crying baby.
I’m now 50% through Matriarch’s shawl. Both girls keep trying to touch it, since they’re very interested in string and paper.
In The Reluctant Father, one of the strands is about how, when his daughter was born, his wife vanished. I can definitely feel that. As I walk the girls around campus, it’s amazing how many students talk about them as if I can’t hear. In the grocery store, it can be hard to get the groceries without people asking about them. If I’m trying to run a fast errand, someone will stop me to argue with me about if they’re identical or sororal. The girls exist, and I’m just there as a caption.
When I go out for a run, it’s amazing. I’m just a normal person with her headphones in.
I also feel sort of vanished in the knitting I’ve been doing. I knit the soakers that they outgrew before I finished them, which were black and white. I’ve been knitting the white christening shawls. I have the mitten from First Lady’s car seat test, but Afghans for Afghans isn’t currently collecting and doesn’t seem to know when it will again.
As usual, my big conference and my husband’s overlapped. Normally this just means both of us are frantically working on our papers/posters/workshops at the same time, but this year had the added complication of the girls. My parents, therefore, came up to wrangle, and the girls went to their first academic conference, which they seemed to enjoy. I’m so lucky to have parents who could and wanted to do that.
My mom and I went to Webs later in the week, bringing the girls. Their baby books now have entries about first LYS trip.
I got myself some sock yarn in bright colors that hopefully will make me, as I’m stopped to be asked about the girls, feel less invisible.
The First Lady and Matriarch were christened, as I’d hoped, in church, together, on one of the ‘days appointed,’ not as an emergency baptism.
Here they are with their godparents, father, and me:
I made the dresses (Matriarch is in red, looking tired, and First Lady is in blue). The ribbons you can see hanging tied at the front of the sailor collars, but they loved chewing on the bows and untying them.
I’m still working on Matriarch’s shawl. It’s about 36%; I had it on hold to finish the dresses. It’s now a higher priority. I’ve been working on the two shawls for almost eleven months now (I started around the end of the first trimester since I’d been to nervous to start before) and really want to have them both done for the girls’ first birthdays.
(Also, I’d like to knit some things for myself as well.)
I’m working on the Matriarch’s shawl, but it won’t be done in time for the christening in January. I’m about 34% done, and the First Lady’s needs casting off as well.
These will now probably be first birthday shawls.