ghost of my knitting past part II > the Cobblestone

Oh my gosh, I have finally finished it! 2 years and counting... I had time to get married and have a baby, but apparently, none for finishing this sweater! Gahhhhh!!!

Thank you Jared, for the wonderful sweater, but next time, I know my limits!!!

Also, I ran out of wool (blasphemy!) towards the end. But I think the contrast makes it quite special too.

xx

a quick note

I, of many words in my head.

They swirl around all day in my head, with no outlet. And when night falls, I am too tired to find them again.

My mouth pops nursery rhymes like it's going out of fashion.

My feet has travelled back home. My stomach has been filled with mum's good cooking, and good ol' fashion hawker styled food.

My eyes have feasted on familiar faces, familiar sights. Ah, my family, my heart, my all.

Back to my 'real' life now. Husband, kiddo, work (some anyway), more nursery rhymes.

xx

why cannot enjoy?

I was stirring my four-day old soup* when I had a startling revelation.

I was thinking about knitting (I don't actually know when this obsession began) - and I realise I don't knit as much as I think about knitting because I feel guilty. You see, knitting for me is pure pleasure; it's my time, it's about me, me me me me me me! And if I knit all the time, I'm enjoying myself too much. Then I think about how my time could be better served elsewhere.

I am such a sicko. Sigh... story of my life [the knitting one at least].

Put JB on the Jolly Jumper today, and he went crazy! Even did what we thought was an Irish jig. Sort of, a little bit... yeah, like whatever.

*Made chicken soup on Monday, and still eatingon Thursday cos my beloved's been out all this week. [sigh]

a long time in between

Ohmygod, my last post was Easter. Which planet have I been to? I measure my life by the chub-factor on JB. And is he one big chubba at the moment.

Ohmygod, I really cannot remember what the last fours weeks has been about. One of my closest friends from school days visited, presenting me with a lurveeely birthday/post-baby/thankyou-for-letting-us-stay present. Man, I am so in love with this. I am so stoked. I was completely speechless, thankful and embarrased at the same time. I would have had them with me every single time they visited, without any thanks because I love them to bits.

I feel more tired everyday, yet I find it somewhere in me to push on. It's really weird, and this is so not me. Although I would never give up, I thought I would have cracked sometime in March. But here I am, celebrating my first Mother's Day. It's such a momentous occassion for me. I'd said to my beloved, and I'll say it here again, it's my toughest job so far, and the tag of being a mum isn't easy. How do mums do it out there with 2,3,4...10??? I'm aghast, and filled with extreme awe at the same time. Kudos to them.

I may actually check out Twitter this week. I've been hearing and reading about it for the better part of the last month. Surely it isn't that addictive? Has society nothing else better to do than to read someone's random thoughts every minute/hour of the day? Sighhh....

happy easter

This picture depicts my kinda humour to the T.

Sick, really.

I'm off to spend some couch time with my beloved, madly trying to finish the Cobblestone sweater for him. We might just get there in time for winter. JB is fast asleep in his cot, bliss.

Happy easter!!! x

oh monday

So... what did this mama to today?

How about sweet f-all? JB was all over the shop today, which reminds me of a passage in that baby bible book I read.

There will be days when the baby doesn't feed well, sleep well, ya-di-ya-da...

Ah, my JB went one step better. He did no sleeping and was at my boobs like he was having hor'devours at a party.

I'm all sung out, I've pulled faces and now I have a dicky knee.

Bring on Easter.

x

gauging

It's lonely being a mum.

This was my discovery for the day. Not the lonely like "being by oneself" kinda lonely. But lonely like no really knows what you think about every single minute of the day. The all consuming thought of the child you are growing. I wonder if my beloved feels lonely. Probably not. 'Cos he's got me. Men are wired differently. Not that I don't have him, I do, but he gets to go to work and have an external life besides me and JB. So to him, we're his extensions. As for me, I live inside my own head alot lately.

Yeah, I worry too.

Anyway, here is a picture of the Pebble Vest with wooden buttons. Told ya, this mama is one big sucker. Also lazy lah. JB's worn it once because it's stil only April, but no one would know it is autumn with the way the weather was going, all hot and sunny. That's Melbourne for you. The vest is too small now, so I am giving it to my beloved's cousin's baby.




Lesson to learn here? Do gauges. Else nothing will ever fit. Knitting gauges are what I call "lost knitting time". I can't possibly count that in as part of the project, 'cos then my slow knitting will become even s l o w e r. Boy, am I slow. You know the story you read as a kid about being slow and steady winning the race? Skip that story. It's all about teaching kids all sort of life traits. Slow and steady never really got me anywhere, except coming last in all my running heats.

And here is my latest project. Something I have gauged and started knitting. Using the same alpaca wool sis gave me. Let's hope JB gets more than one wear from it. Better get crackin' eh?

Have a great weekend xx