Spring is in the Air (and so is my boyfriend)

A beautiful weekend. Everyone should get on a trampoline. It's a great workout and good for the soul. Feels wonderful to be weightless, and it promotes a heaping helping of the giggles and chuckles and out and out laughter, and we all know that laughter is the best medicine!

Francis Ruth, Revisited presented

Finished in time for spring weather. Don't think I'll be wearing this until next fall or winter, unless spring temps drop, which is possible here in the Midwest. Pictures above show the open weave, despite using a smaller needle than called for, as well as a bathroom mirror in desperate need of cleaning!!! Picture below shows truer color of actual sweater as well as photographer laughing at herself trying to take a picture in a mirror.

Boots may need a hand-knit for himself!

Francis Ruth, Revisited is blocking on the bed. Boots is, apparently, attached to her. This sweater was completed on Sunday, finishing work done on Tuesday evening in anticipation of St. Patrick's Day. Such a lovely green for the holiday. Being a teacher, it is imperative, that I wear green on St. Paddy's Day, lest I be bruised up by little fingers a'pinchin' me. Not to complain, but Spring unveiled itself this week and Wednesday's forecast was upper 60s. If I worked out of doors, I may have been able to stomach a 100% wool sweater (the sleeves are 3/4 length, after all). However, I work in a 100+year old school building. The boiler system is either on or off. Let's just say I leave the classroom window open year round. There was no way I could wear this lovely finished object if it was in the 60s outside with a heater kicking out heat all day. Do the Irish have red faces? Beads of perspiration on their faces? That would have been my condition. But, there is hope for Francis Ruth, Revisited after all. Spring will take a little rest this weekend and temps will dip back to winter-like conditions. So perhaps she will see wear before the season ends after all! I have been working on a stealth project and lest she read this blog, which I don't think she does with regularity, I will not post about it. Plan to start up Heather Hoodie Vest as well. Will need to have something to work on while in her company. While the man and I were having a bite to eat at Jimmy Johns a week or so ago, I found ample reading material on the walls. As an avid reader, I will read anything, apparently, even the walls. A quote I found during my wall-read was by Dave Berry "there is a fine line between hobbies and mental illness". I approach that line on many an occasion. As I've said, Francis Ruth was finished (March's finished object for the resolution) on Tuesday evening. On Wednesday afternoon, the boy had a speech tournament (took second place in humorous duet!!!). I had enough time to run home from work and grab a snack and get in the man's car to drive to the tournament. While racing home, I realized I did not have any projects on needles, nor did I have that time to wind a hank into a ball to cast-on a new one. What to do? What to do? Seriously? Go to a 4-hour tournament with lots of in-between-speeches-time-on-your-hands with NO KNITTING????? Ah, thank goodness! Salvation! Blessed startitis! I remembered a small project begun much earlier that I could quickly get my hands on and into my purse. Whew! That was a close one! Congratulations to the boy and his partner for a very excellent performance at speech. they had the judges laughing outright at their antics. Many of the performances brought smiles and even chuckles, but outright laughter...that was the biggest compliment. This was their first competition ever. I was in speech as a young'un and I feel qualified to say that they surpassed, hands-down, everyone we saw (other than the little girls who took first place). The two little ladies who won first place definitely deserved the honor. But the boys...we're bursting with pride!

Travels with Booties

I finished up a painfully cute pair of booties on the road to pick up the Harley from her 5000mile check-up. I found the burliest dude I could at Woodstock Harley-Davidson and he was sport enough to pose with the booties for me. These biker dudes enjoyed the booties (really, who can resist booties this cute?) They are Blue Jean Booties by Kathie Popadin. Uh-dorable!! Thanks to Woodstock, IL Harley-Davidson for the boots' first outing.

The booties made their way around the store as well:

Step into a legend, indeed!

They did not get their first ride on a Harley, but did pose on an H-D trike:

And they've made it home for their ties and final pose before being gifted to Tina and Derek:

Something Wicked This Way Comes...

Wicked is off the needles! I am two months into meeting my New Year's Resolution of at least a project a month. January saw Simply Marilyn (from The Best of Interweave Knits) and February has brought forth baby items and now Wicked (purchaed from Zephyrstyle, but just saw that it's on knitlulu. What happened to Rachel and Sarah? Are they not working together anymore? Zephrystyle is still there, but Wicked is not on the site - it's on Knitlulu.com). Not sure I really like the sweater as much as I liked the picture on the pattern. I didn't really want the short sleeves. Was waffling between short and long, perusing finished projects on Ravelry, and the boy spotted a project with this length sleeve. He really liked it and promoted it. So, I took his advice. I may make it a few inches longer in the ribbing. I basically followed the pattern without modifications, knowing that I don't prefer short sweaters. Not that it's cropped or anything, but I like my rather large hips to have a bit of coverage. Wicked has not been worn in public yet as I've yet to block it. Now, it's been off the needles several days and is still not blocking. Why? you ask...

Because this is what our village water looks like right now!

Or rather it's what it looked like the day Wicked was finished and for a few days after. Our water looks good now. Maybe I'll soak and block tonight.

Is it my imagination or does the pocket look crooked?

Of course, got a new project immediately on the needles. Francis Revisited by Beth Silverstein. I'm naming it Francis Ruth Revisited, as that was my maternal grandmother's name (less the word revisited). I found this painfully gorgeous yarn. the pattern calls for seven skeins and my LYS had 6 of the same dye lot and one other. I went ahead and bought them. Figured I could do the waist and arm banding as well as the cowl in the other dye lot. Hope this doesn't come back to bite me in the butt! I could not get gauge at needle size 10 so am using 10.5, still not getting exact gauge but did not want a sweater on 11s. Thought the weave would be too open. I'm not one to wear shirts under long sleeve sweaters as I get too warm. I'm feeling like this may be too open a weave on 10.5s, but we'll see. The yarn is Cascade Pastaza in a lovely emerald green. Here's Boots visiting Francis Ruth Revisited:

Meme - 30 Things You May (or may not) Know About Me

1. I am a rabid Who fan.

2. I teach English language learners.

3. I believe I have the best job in the world.

4. I taught on the Navajo Reservation in Arizona for many years.

5. The only phrase I can say in Navajo is "the red ants are biting me".

6. When I was pulled over once, and the police officer asked me if I knew I was going 10 miles over the speed limit, I responded by saying "It's payday".

7. I once met Alice Cooper, and he spoke directly to me.

8. I did not get his autograph (even though there was a pen in his hand).

9. I did not get his picture (even though I was holding my camera).

10. I told him I was going to The Who concert. (he said he was too).

11. I do not speak well under pressure. (obviously)

12. I have a "Who wall" in my house.

13. My favorite place in the world is London, England.

14. I cried when I went through Westminster Abbey.

15. I hated history in high school.

16. I love history as an adult.

17. I am addicted to lip balm.

18. I once dreamed of being an archaeologist.

19. I have a friend who was an archaeologist.

20. I have hiked the Grand Canyon.

21. I sing to my cats.

22. My prized possession is an autographed picture of Pete Townshend from Woodstock.

23. I read all the Nancy Drew books when I was a girl.

24. I would like to meet Pete Townshend someday, but I will probably say something stupid like "I met Alice Cooper".

25. I co-wrote my high school class song.

26. I used to own a pet sitting business.

27. I will discuss my bowel habits with anybody. (If you have even met me casually, chances are you already know this about me.)

28. I hate to bake.

29. I love to cook.

30. I have a tattoo of the feminist symbol on my body.

Resolution Progress - FOs

How Freaking Cute are These!!!

I've spent most of February working away at baby knits for a soon to arrive bundle of baby boy joy. He will be bedecked with hand knits if I have anything to do with it!

I set down Wicked for the baby shower gifts. I'll be picking up Wicked again (actually picked it back up today).

But wait!!! There's more...

The sweater is a Debbie Bliss - Ribbed Baby Jacket in Bernat Cotton Tots. Booties are from KnitSimple. The jacket has puppy buttons and the booties have matching bone buttons. Mom to be also received a baby hat and baby kimono (Itty Bitty Hats and Mason Dixon Knitting patterns, respectively).

Boyfriend wants a pair of the converse slippers. Found an adult pattern on Ravelry from another Ravelry user. Will order the pattern and knit him some, as he's broken through his slippers (which I knit last year, and which graced this blog when I did).

Here's the progress on Wicked:

Sugar and Spice and All Things Nice

Mama's Little Girl That was what Estelle was made of! Major change #2: I lost my little girl this past November, two days before Thanksgiving. She was an absolute doll. Everyone who met and knew Stella knows what I'm saying. She was just a lovely little girl. She loved loved loved the petting, especially on her cheeks and head. She wasn't demanding like the boys, though. She minded her own business but if you happened to sit down next to her and began to stroke, she was in heaven! If you were premature in finishing your strokes, she would head butt your arm to remind you that she was not demanding, "but, hey, since you're right here and you've already started..." I adopted Estelle from friends in Page, AZ who were headed off to Saipan to teach. They had three kitties they needed to find homes for and Estelle (whom they called India) had already had two new homes and again returned to them. This was no fault of hers. In one of the homes, the child appeared to have an allergy; in the next home the current cat developed a marking behavior as a result of having Estelle introduced into the home. I told my friend I would take her under two conditions: 1) that they would never ask for her back, and 2) that I could re-name her. She just did NOT look like an India. She was a chubby, frumpy little girl with a bright orange belly and I instantly named her Estelle. She started out life in unfortunate circumstances. She was abused and kicked for three years before being rescued. My friends adopted her from a shelter and following the adoption learned her story and that she had been a mama. She was a timid man-fearing kitty that they brought into their home to begin her new life surrounded by love. They loved her for three years before she entered my home and heart. So, despite her tough beginning she gave love and received love, was warm and happy and healthy for many years. We believe she was 15 or 16 when she passed. Estelle loved my man from the moment she met him. We joked that he was her boyfriend and not mine. Quite a statement for my man and quite a statement for her that she totally forgot her fear of men and wanted to be near him and have him love on her. She gazed at him in adoration (much the way I do). She had a little call that sounded like "mama" and she barked more than meowed. She had pretty little feet and her pads were mottled orange, pink and black. She left her mark for me forever with her footprint. We found out on a Friday that she had cancer and was at the vet because of a quick deterioration of her health. The vet told us that she was definitely uncomfortable and quite possibly in pain. We made the decision to have him come to the house to help her go in the love and comfort of her mama's arms the following Tuesday. We showered that little girl with love, affection and all the attention she wanted over the weekend and Monday. We kept her as comfortable as possible. My man insisted we buy her a heated pad, which she immediately took to and spent the rest of her sleeping time on. It remains where it was, with her lovely fur still on it, but now it includes a mascara tear smudge as well. I love you little girl! I miss you! I'll see you when I get there and we'll share head butts and Stella lovin' all over again! Thank you for the paw print. It has been a great source of comfort to me. Sleep warmly with Jacob. We miss you here. Your pawprint is on our lives forever.