Trying to grasp an understanding...

I'm sitting here drinking my coffee and reading cnn.com after deciding to forgo my knitting time in hopes of wrapping my brain around the national economy.

It's not working. It's going to take a lot more coffee to get my brain working that well.

I'm a smart girl, but our nation's economy, the vastness of it, all the twisted politics - it's just way over my head. I'm trying to figure out exactly why I'm supposed to really care whether or not a bunch of big corporations get bailed out of the financial disasters they've created for themselves. I don't know all the ins and outs - I know very little about it, actually, but all I can think is that they must be crazy, the people who voted for this thing. I'm sure there are some good points to it, I just haven't gotten to that CNN article yet.

Reading all of this makes me ache for simpler times though. Why can't people just use cash to pay for what they can afford, barter occasionally or work together as families and communities, live within their means and appreciate what they do have? Banks used to be simpler -you got your loan, and you paid it off, and that was that. The Bank actually had the money they loaned you, and eventually got it back (hopefully). Now we've got one bank lending to another to another to another, no one has any idea where all the money actually is, and they're lending over and over again to people who have proven repeatedly that they don't deserve the loan. Criminy, what did they think was going to happen?

I hate economy, probably because I don't understand much of it. I hate how complicated it all is now, and I wish we could just get away from that.

I dont' even understand how it all got this way to begin with, but I sure wish it was simpler again. It just all seems like such a mess.

I'm rambling. Putting these thoughts into words is too hard to do at 7 o'clock in the morning. I'll just got back to reading CNN. Am I the only one who feels a little overwhelmed when trying to really understand the nations' economy?

Bucket List

We watched Bucket List the other night. I'm sure most of you have already seen it, but we're a little slow here.

Good movie. Brings up that great question - if I were told that I have a fatal, incurable illness, what would I want to be certain I did before the end of my life?

In the movie, they do things like drive a Shelby, sky dive, and visit Mt. Everest.

Things like that just don't hold any meaning for me when it comes to the idea of my own death.

What would I do, if I thought I was going to die?

I'd knit like there was no tomorrow.

Seriously.

When you die, that's it. So often, when people die, there's nothing material left behind that truly encompasses anything of who they were. There's not usually much left except the memories, carried around in the hearts and minds of those they knew well.

I want everyone in my life to have something I've made. I want grandchildren, great grandchildren to wear sweaters I knitted, each stitch full of love and hope and dreams. Someone once said that wearing a hand knitted sweater is like wearing a hug. If I had any reason to think I might not be around much longer, I'd want everyone to have a hug from me, whenever they might need it.

So I knit.

Fall pics

Some pictures my mom and I took yesterday:

Cute stuff - knitting FO's

The bag I finally finished for my MIL.




So far, everyone I've shown it to has kind of made a face. They think it's ugly. I guess I kind of think it's ugly too, I'd never use it. I'm not really sure she will, but the color is perfect for her, so she's getting it. And the knitting is really pretty good - that lace pattern wasn't the easiest I've done. So I'm pleased with the result, even if everyone says it's ugly.

Yarn: Euroflax original wet spun linen
Needles: size 3
Pattern: Lacey Lovelies by Claire Crompton - The Knitter's Bible: Knitted Bags

And since it seems I can't knit anything these days that people don't consider ugly (like my poor surf & turf sweater), I decided I better knit something that is inarguably cute:



Yarn: Bernat Berella and Vanna's Choice
Needles: size 8 circs and dpn's
Pattern: None, except I used this leaf pattern for Cora's.

Little Bit o' Misc

Hubby was home all day yesterday. Sadly, he didn't get an elk, which we were hoping for, but having him home for a few days is just as nice. He's still got a chance at an elk for rifle season, so maybe we'll still end up with some delicious elk steaks for dinner this winter.

We went to the Colorado Pork and Hops Challenge yesterday afternoon. It's basically a Barbecue and Beer festival, with some good music to keep the crowd entertained. We ended up staying about four hours. Both girls were splendidly well behaved, we had fun dancing around in the grass to the music and listening to Charlie Jenkins, a guy from Utah that we've seen before and is actually pretty good.

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I cut all my hair off yesterday. Well, I didn't, the lady at Great Clips did. It's just about chin length now, a teeny bit shorter. My hair was really awful, all damaged and thin and ends split up to my ears. Every time I combed it I'd get handfuls of hair. So it's all gone now. I'm hoping it grows back a little healthier, and maybe will have a chance to get a little bit thicker. I'll post some pictures when the camera is fixed, or we find something else to use for photos.

Yes, the camera. Baby has a thing for small shiny technological objects. Unfortunately, she's not gentle. 'Nuff said.

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I have three or four recently finished knitting projects, plus Chloe's Halloween costume to post pictures of. I've been a knitting fool lately - I wake up in the morning around 6, do a bit of computer stuff, and then I knit until 7:30, when my day officially starts. It seems like it's getting harder to find time for 'me' things, now that Cora's getting into everything and climbing all over. I fear the day she starts walking. LOL

I finally uploaded pictures

I'm such a slacker. I've been using the laptop, and uploading pictures isn't quite as easy, so I just haven't done it in ages. But here are some.

Miss Cora with her Buddha belly, standing up. she's still not walking, but there's no rush. I read that a crawling baby at top speed moves 100 yards per minute. A walking child moves 600 yards per minute. Just keep on crawlin', kid.


Some baby socks made with the leftover yarn from one sock I made for myself. They don't match, but I kinda like them the way they are. I can knit a pair of baby socks in about 3 days' worth of knitting time. You'll notice that I mentioned "one" sock for myself - I started the second one, but I got bored. I'm sure it'll get done eventually...

Yarn: Regia Ringel
Needles: size 1
Pattern: None, just made it up as I went along, casted on 36 sts, i believe.
How to entertain a baby long enough to actually get a few minutes of knitting time during the day?

Cover her with little stickers. :o) It's good for half an hour of entertainment, at least. Only problem is you never know where stickers will end up.
another good child entertaining activity: give them foil. Lots of foil. For the baby, I just made some foil balls for her to throw and chase around. But Chloe used foil to make sculptures, and it was awesome. We had foil flowers and foil caterpillars and a foil man with a foil hat. Totally worth the $2 it costs to buy a roll of foil. :o)


Baby girl, eating (again). She eats at least 6 times a day, and it's always a full sized meal - as much as Chloe eats, if not more. Last night she wolfed down a whole slice of pizza long before Chloe even started on her cheese (Chloe eats pizza from the topping down to the bread, layer by layer.) Cora's getting so chubby!
I tried turning this picture, but Photobucket apparently didn't feel like it. I liked this because you can see Chloe's long hair without being braided or pulled back at all. I love her hair. :o) It hangs down to her underwear now.
Computer time for little girls. This is why I never blog anymore - they ALWAYS have the computer.

Another un-flipped picture, this one of the ginormous cucumber we found in the garden. It's 8 inches long and 8.5 inches around.
Baby girl feeding a baby doll. She LOVES baby dolls.

That's it for now. Not much to report really, just been doing my fall cleaning/organizing. Andrew got home last night from hunting, he's discouraged after not seeing aything for days and so is just staying home the rest of the weekend. I'm sad that he didn't get to shoot something, but happy I'll have an adult in the house for a few days.

Political Banter & Women's Rights

62 As a 1930s wife, I am Superior Take the test!

I'm funny about where I stand on women's lib controversies. I think it's great women have the rights they do now, that they are considered more or less equal to men, that they can hold the jobs they want, and even run for president.

I just don't think that they should exercise the liberties. :oX

Honestly, I believe a woman's place is in the home, caring for her children, keeping the house clean, preparing meals for her family, and creating an all around pleasant environment for her husband to come home to. I don't think women should be passing their kids off to daycare in seek of "higher fulfillment" from out-of-home jobs, working up the corporate ladder while their kids and husbands are left to fend for themselves.

Women should teach their girls the tools the need to eventually be good wives, and impart wisdom to their sons to create future husbands. It seems sometimes that parents forget that they are raising what will soon be adults! Of course, husbands ought to be (ideally) supporting their families, but that's not always possible (or the husband just doesn't really want to.)

So yeah. I think it's great that, in theory, women can do anything men can do. I don't doubt that we can. But I don't think we ought to be out there proving it, I think we should be doing what is even more important - raising future generations. There's a handful of verses in the Bible (Titus, I think it's around chapter 2?) that talk about all the things a wife ought to be. Women should read stuff like this more often (I'm not even a Christian, and don't think one has to be in order to benefit from reading the Bible.) Just because our place is in the home doesn't make us any less important, or any less appreciated!

I'm sure this post will irritate a lot of people, but hey, it's my blog. :-)

I should make note of the fact that I nearly fail in my endeavor to be a great wife on an almost regular basis. There are times that my husband texts me to let me know he's on his way home from work, and I'm racing around the house putting make-up on and brushing my teeth and putting the children in clothes instead of pajamas. Dinner is sometimes leftovers, or even worse, I just suggest we should go out because I don't feel like washing dishes. The house isn't always clean, the children are sometimes allowed to run wild... but hey, at least I'm trying!

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In other news, my dad figured out that I'm a democrat yesterday at breakfast. How on earth he JUST figured that out is beyond me, but suddenly he's concerned with my political views and is forwarding me dozens of emails about "why Obama is bad". My husband should be quite pleased.

Damn Republicans.

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Check out "womenagainstsarahpalin.org".... it's worth having a look at.

Little Knitting Bits

I've decided to buy each of my daughters a pair of knitting needles and some yarn for Christmas. Not that I expect either of them to begin turning out scarves and mittens any time soon. You'd be amazed though at how entertaining simple things like pointed sticks and long, long bits of string can be. I broke up a sword fight earlier, braving the size 10 bamboo double pointed needles for the safety of my children. I spent an hour this morning untangling a mess of linen yarn that my one year old got ahold of.... while it was attached to my current project: a bag with a 169-stitch lace pattern.

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My husband is not, nor will he ever be, a knitter. One knitter in the house is plenty of insanity, thanks. But honestly, if he ever picked up a pair of needles and some wool, I'm quite convinced he could turn out an Alice Starmore fair isle without one stitch of difficulty because he hears me talk day in and day out about my knitting, and I don't bother using "simple" terms for him. The other day, a newly-knitting friend was over with a freshly finished washcloth. "The ends roll under" she fretted. He looked at her, and her washcloth and said, "That's because you haven't blocked it yet."

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Hand knitted socks are my very favorite thing to wear, and my least favorite thing to knit. Do you see the twisted irony in that? Thousands of stitches, knitted on little needles the size of toothpicks and yarn not much heavier than quilting thread. But the joy of wearing them is unsurpassed. It doesn't matter if your socks match the rest of your outfit, and knitted socks are never too special or fancy to wear even when you're spending the day chasing small children and folding laundry. Maybe that's why it is the way it is... after all that work, it better be worth it, or knitters would buy their socks for $1.99 at Wal Mart, just like everyone else.

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And then there's the really special person that came up with the idea to make size 1 wooden knitting needles. Every knitter knows the pleasure that comes from knitting on wooden or bamboo needles. And every knitter who has had that pleasure knows that you just can't pass up a great deal on wooden needles, even if they are size one. Mine were purchased at the Yarn Barn in Lawrence, KS while we were on a trip to visit family. Less than one hour later, in the car on the way home, we hit a bump. One of my prized size one needles snapped right in half, mid-stitch.

I'll save the luxury of wooden needles for things like sweaters, knitted on reasonably sized needles instead of toothpicks.

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My youngest daughter has an actual need for clothing: she needs socks. This wouldn't pose much of a dilemma for most mothers - you can buy toddler socks $4 for 12 pairs at the local department store. But for me? I'm debating when to start a month-long toddler sock-knitting spree (and dreading it.) She'll be lucky if she has any socks to wear at all come spring. Just as I won't let my child be seen in public drinking from a bottle or wearing a disposable diaper, I don't think I muster the humility to let her be seen wearing store-bought socks.

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"Do those look like toys?" I demand to Chloe as she uses the above mentioned bamboo double points as walrus tusks.

Stupid question. Obviously they do or she wouldn't be playing with them.

Happy Anniversary.

Some women are anniversary nazis. They require celebration for the anniversary of the first date, the first kiss, the first sex, the first everything. And of course, the anniversary of marriage. I'm not one of those girls.

Today was my anniversary. I didn't realize it until sometime Friday, and I spent a whole day thinking it was actually tomorrow. I did go out and find a perfect card for my husband, and wrote him a love letter on pretty paper. (Paper is the traditional first wedding anniversary gift. It seemed fitting, since I'm a scrapbooker.) I'm okay without a big fancy celebration. I don't even require flowers, or jewelry, or a fancy dinner.

But I would've liked to have seen my husband today.

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Instead, he left for work at two a.m and isn't home yet, with no sign of returning anytime before I go to bed. I'd like to say it doesn't hurt a little, but it does.

So I dressed up in a pretty little dress, combed my hair for once, and ran errands today. Grocery store, health food store, homeschool field trip to learn how to make butter, and I picked up something like 400 pounds of peaches and delivered them to friends around town. My sister-in-law, aunt-in-law, and my aunt all called to say happy anniversary. My husband didn't... he doesn't have cell phone service where he's at.

I'm not holding it against him personally. It's not like he can help it.

But there damn well better be flowers, jewelry, and a fancy dinner in my future.

The Phantom Returns

Andrew came home tonight. He got home at six, after four days of being gone, and was in bed by eight, leaving at two in the morning. He'll be home late tomorrow, but will then be gone for, presumably, the entire week.

That meant we had two hours to visit, cuddle, kiss, update, and enjoy one another. Chloe, Cora and I all turned into spazzes. It's amazing the energy that man brings into this house. It's almost comical, Chloe and I trying to talk over one another, Cora squealing and screaming and otherwise begging for his attention. I haven't been in the presence of another adult since he was home last Wednesday, except for my in-laws, and they don't count. When he comes home, I talk. And talk, and talk, and talk, as fast as I possibly can, relaying every thought, idea and story that have crossed my mind in the past several days. I'm sure he finds it exhausting. Poor guy. This all punctuated by Chloe climbing all over him, literally smothering him with pillows, and Cora saying "Uh? Uh?" with her arms extended, begging for him to hold her.

It's two hours of chaos. He's probably glad to be going back to work. I would be, if I experienced that every time I walked in the door.

And now I'm on my own with our two adorable little monsters for another week.

I warned him before he went to bed, "There's a good possibility the next time we see you, the children will be duct-taped to the wall, and I'll be hiding in the far corner of the yard, furiously knitting a sock..."