Remind me to throw my apron in the wash tomorrow.
I completed this burst of housewifely activity by sorting out the pantry, rearranging shelves and decanting all those bags of pulses, dried fruits, pasta and nuts and grains into my enormous collection of glass jars collected from the op shop^ over the years. And then I watched Mostly Martha on DVD. (Son #2 said idly, What’s that about? to which Son #3 replied It’s mostly about Martha. [You had to be there I guess but it was pretty funny. So deadpan]).
^Speaking of the op shop, I had a seriously good yarn score the other day when I popped in to look for a pair of jeans for Son #2. (The wool section is on the way to the children’s section if you go the pretty way).
This was the messy skein. Sorry. I hate messy photographs. But doesn’t it tone well with the rug? (The colour, not the mess although there is lots of that around here also. See below). This was one of two skeins, of what appears to be a 10 or 12 ply (I swatched, fancy). It’s pure wool and kind of scratchy and old fashioned, but together there is more than 600 grams of it, and it set me back a total of $3.99. Pleased as punch I am. Now to decide what to do with it. I don’t want to make my usual small projects* – hats and mitts and so on – because it’s so rare to get enough of one kind of yarn from an op shop to actually make a real garment with. So I’m thinking a jumper for one of the children perhaps? But I’ll have to dye it first. (Although it is the right colour for quickly making a banana, or pear out of first). And then I’ll dye the rest, a soft green maybe. Anyway, come back to Pea Soup in about 18 months time and find out.
Son #3 (when he was at home last week coughing his head off) and I sat by the fire and wound off both skeins into a dozen beautiful balls of wool. He loves winding wool, that one. Such a Steiner child.
Hmmm. Should have dyed it while it was in the skeins. Shit.
*Speaking of small projects, I made these. Because I’m like that.
They sit on my kitchen window and make me so happy. (Because I’m like that too).
And now I have to finish up by showing you these.
Son #1 made himself a pair of slippers.
He cast on willy-nilly without counting and just went for it. So the first slipper was way too narrow. Not to worry, he just knitted a thin red wedge and I think there’s a joke in there but it’s been a trying week, and sewed it in. About six months later (we’ve now reached last week when he was at home being pale and wan and threatening to cark it) he decided to make the second slipper. But he couldn’t find the matching yarn, and then forgot to do moss stitch and just went with stocking stitch.
He loves his [very] odd slippers. And so do I.
Now. Listen up. I’ve had a few comments lately about how serene my life looks, how gorgeous and precociously talented my children are, etc and seen various snippets here and there around the traps about people not telling the ‘truth’ but editing their blogs to make themselves look good. Well. I would like to set
Okay? Not serene. Not glamorous. But I don’t edit my blog to try and deceive people. I do it because I don’t like talking about our financial stresses, the state of my marriage this week or the odd smell lurking in the vegetable drawer. Also I don’t enjoy looking at ugly flash photos of dust bunnies and blurry craft projects so I try to take pretty pictures. Some folks do blog the darker side of their lives and that’s fine and dandy. Many do it with panache, honesty and/or humour. But I don’t know that I could without it sounding like a plea for internet hugs, so I don’t for the most part. (Although I could point to a couple of occasions in the archives. But I don’t want the hugs. I’m feeling antisocial tonight). Sometimes when I meet other bloggers I am convinced they must be thinking Well, she’s small, grey and disappointing, isn’t she?! I don’t know where I’m going with this. I just wanted to say, my blog is the place I spill my brain and post my photography. I’m not trying to make myself look like I have all the answers. I’m human like everybody else. I just like a pretty blog.
Preferably with no cat piss.
Ack, that was a long rambly post. It’s late and I’ve had two sick children for two weeks, and today the third one got it so that’s the coming week shot to pieces). I’ll probably delete those last irritable paragraphs in the morning when I wake up all Doris Daylike and menstrual-cramp-free with my halo straight again.
And then I shall sort out the spice collection.