Knitting needles in Cosmo Castle appear to be made of a baby/toddler version of catnip. (I can’t quite get my head round calling Little Prince a toddler and as he’s decided shuffling around on his knees is preferable to toddling on his feet I guess he’s also happy to be my baby for a while longer.) The dpns seem to have a double strength dose of babynip. To make sure Little Prince still has eyes I’ve had to put the Elijah I’m knitting down for a while so I’ve only managed one arm in a week. Long gone are the days when an Elijah would be finished in a week. In a rare turn of luck Little Prince has gone to sleep quickly this evening so another arm is coming up.
Little Prince was being christened. Cosmo set about making a christening shawl. The world conspired against Cosmo. Christening shawl didn’t make it to the christening and then it gets worse.
So this is probably my most frustrating project ever. I picked a pattern from the internet for Little Prince’s christening shawl. A free pattern but not because it was free, because it was my favourite (and crochet because of the time pressure).
My first fail was to order the yarn from a web store. I did this because getting to a local yarn store was difficult with Little Prince being tiny. Unfortunately and unusually for a delivery from Wool Warehouse, the yarn took quite a while to arrive and when it did arrive, it was it the colour I ordered. Queue another wait for yarn to arrive and a trip to the post office to return to incorrect yarn.
So the correct yarn arrives. Whoop whoop. Hooks out and on I get with the crochet. Alas the delays were just too long and the shawl didn’t make it to Little Prince’s christening.
The hook went down for a while and having picked it back up and made it to the point of starting the border I logged back on to the internet to find the pattern page has expired. Arghhhhhhhh. Looks like I’ll be trying to work it out from scratch.
If only I had supported an indi designer and picked and payed for a pattern I could keep.
Should it suprise me that I’m working at glacial pace on this pair of socks? Probably not. So I started them in June and I’m only just turning the second heel!!! Even worse, I’ve just realised that I’ve turned the first one incorrectly. I knew it looked wrong somehow. If they weren’t destined for my husband they would be going to the great lily pond in the sky.
I’ve learned to surf! Yes, I took my 34 year old bones surfing and even managed to catch a wave and stand on the board for more than a second or two.
Cosmo Castle has become DIY Central with a new wc on the way. What should have been a little job to replace a toilet has become a complete overhaul, including new floor tiles that Handy Husband is figuring how to lay. I’m keeping the fact that I’ve laid a tile floor in a previous life. Naughty I know but he has to learn.
And let me introduce you to my final excuse. Meet Joan and Roy. They are both hens – Roy doesn’t realise that she has a boys name and I’m not intending to tell her. I’ve been spending a lot of time supervising these two at the bottom of the garden, trying to grow vegetables while these two dig them up.