actual knitting. Pick yourself up off the floor. I know I had to. Not only is it actual knitting but it's actual knitting from an actual knitting class. One of my goals this year was to learn a new knitting technique and I thought I'd start with learning to knit socks on circular needles. I think by the second class I'm supposed to have the sock knit down to the heel flap. Or something like that. I've already managed to screw the sock up. It was supposed to be 2x2 ribbing but, 1 1/2 inches in I realized I'd knit 1x1 ribbing so I jazzed up the ribbing to make it look kinda pretty and kept on knitting. I don't really care how the sock looks, I just want to learn how to knit them on circular needles.
I'm a completely self-taught knitter so the class has been a nice change of pace for me. It's been cool to have someone right there to ask for help when I need it. I'm not used to that at all. Dude, I could get spoiled on this whole class thing. Also, the instructor is funny as hell. I'd take another class from her based on that alone.
So, I have more knitting to do on my sock! I'll keep you up to date on my progress. Hopefully this one will not languish without a mate.
I stood in the small speech therapy room of a Title I school in Aiken, South Carolina. The t.v. had seen better days. The picture was a little fuzzy and the sound fought with an odd buzzing that came from the speakers. Snow swirled outside and the heater clicked off as he placed one hand on the historic bible and raised the other. I held my breath. His voice was clear, the oath was short and, when he finished, I wept.
Brushing aside my tears I dashed down the hall to grab my last two kids of the morning. As we came in I grabbed the remote to mute the television. We settled into our seats at the table and one of the boys, both kindergartners, glanced at the television's screen. He stared at it a moment then said, "Thank you, President Obama."
Thank you all for your prayers and wishes for my family. Big B returned Saturday evening. In spite of the sad reason for his trip home, Big B said he enjoyed reconnecting with family and having time alone with his Mom.
One of my goals for the new year was to knit for charity. I didn't put it on my list because it's a goal that's always been in the back of my head. I guess I never acted on it because I didn't feel I could knit fast enough...or well enough for that matter.
I'm knitting preemie caps for Knit One, Save One. I love knitting these little caps but I'm always stunned at how small they are. Look closely at those three up there...one of them is...oh...my...god...CROCHETED!! Yeah, I crocheted a cap. Know you know how Rasta Rapunzel came by her hot lid. It's a little bumpy and uneven in spots but I'm kinda proud of the ugly little thing. Not sure if I'll crochet another one, though. It seems I'm slower at crochet than I am at knitting. Who knew that was possible?!