So the other day, I grabbed a skein of handspun that I finished up a while ago...actually I'm pretty sure that I never blogged it, so here it is:
It was that coreless-corespun skein that I was working on from a Loop Spontaneous Spinning Cloud, colorway "Three Ring Circus".
After the fussy, fingering weight drapey sweater that I FINALLYFINISHEDOHMYGOSH, I seriously needed something cool to look at, and mindless to knit. Oh, and something quick. And not in the round, because I wanted to use a pair of my KnitPicks Harmony straight needles. Words cannot express my love for these needles.
I immediately had the perfect pattern in mind -- Stephanie Pearl McPhee's One Row Handspun Scarf. I cast on, and, after a few false starts, determined the perfect number of stitches was 14, and the perfect needle size for this yarn was #11. On Thursday afternoon during nap time, I turned on an audio book (The Girl Who Kicked The Hornet's Nest by Steig Larson), got cozy with my yarn, and almost in the blink of an eye, I had at least a foot of scarf.
Oh yeah baby, texture? That's what I'm talking about. OH. YEAH.
But...well, this is where the story gets a little sketchy. Take a quick look at the little face below.
She's either being smug or sweet, I can't tell.
Anyway, on Thursday after nap time, she and I began having something of a...challenging day. She had been practicing her Little Girl Scream, which I have a zero tolerance for (a good shout is fine on occasion, but the ear-splitting, glass-shattering shriek? Not in this house.), and had shredded the cover off of her favorite board book (Good Dog, Carl), as well as other grievances which thankfully, I don't still remember. It was the last straw when, in the evening as I was running out the door to Knit Night, I discovered that MY NEEDLES HAD BEEN PULLED OUT OF THE SCARF. This was not an emergency, but I was still upset. The children all know that one of the most important rules of this house (according to me) is DO NOT TOUCH MOMMY'S KNITTING. EVER. I confronted her about it, and she started crying and said she was sorry. It was only when I actually arrived at Knit Night that I discovered:
The end of one needle had been CHEWED OFF. And the teethmarks in the wood were pretty small.
It was not until the next day that I discovered the truth (or possibly the truth. With these little people, it's hard to be sure.) In passing conversation the next day, she calmly told me about how Max had pulled my needles out, and then baby Billy had "tried to draw with them", and then "tried to eat them". And yes, I did have some strong words with Max later on that day about letting someone else take the heat for your own mistake. He MAY have learned his lesson.
Overall, Thursday was so stressful with all of the misbehaviour and destructive action (disciplining each time, but seemingly with no change), so I knew what we needed to do on Friday: An intensive Daisy and Mommy cuddle/fun day. I shelved all of my projects and plans for the day, and we played with play dough, colored, built blocks, and then when Billy went down for his nap, I kept her up for a little while, gathered her into my lap with a quilt around us, and we read some books together, just the two of us. As I tucked her into her bed for her nap a little while later, she looked up at me with the sweetest, most satisfied face -- the face of a little girl who knows how loved she is. And I knew that it had been a day well spent. Peace, my friends. You simply can't put a price on it.
P.S. I have a new pair of #11 straights on order, so I'll be able to resume the scarf next week. For now, I'm working on this:
Garter Yoke Cardigan by Melissa LaBarre