Now, I'm up to 4" or so on the body. Hubby held the needles (so nothing would slip off, which would totally annoy me). I tried it on.
Or rather, I tried to try it on. I swear it's a baby beanie and the pattern said NOTHING about size. Ok. So I frog. Again. I am determined to make this hat, with the Kauri yarn. So maybe I have to delve into the world of knitting math, but I'm so annoyed with myself at this moment.
And I'm annoyed at the hat. At the designer for not specifying size alternatives. At the yarn for not behaving. And at Zealana for not having more free patterns. Thanks, but no - I don't want to have to purchase an entire book and "hope" there's a hat pattern in it. Can't you just put out a simple hat? Let the yarn speak?
Yeesh. There are days when knitting is NOT therapeutic. And today is one of them.
So I found this link:
- it's a hat calculator. So I figure, if I can get 4 st/inch as the designer did specify, perhaps I can just enlarge the hat.
I love the pattern. LOVE it.
It's such a gorgeous pattern with this absolutely sublime yarn. Nuts. I hate when the knitting fairies conspire against me. I do not want to go buy Red Heart yarn for this pattern.
And why is DK yarn not uniform? According to Wikipedia (don't judge -- I'm having a yarn crisis right now...) I'm in the ballpark. But I'm flummoxed as to what is wrong. I have 188-ish yards of this stuff, and I don't want to knit it bald.
Auuuuuuuuuuuughhhhhhhhhhhh (as Charlie Brown said after Lucy pulled the football away).
In today's Chicago Tribune, there's an article: Dangerous mix: Guns, road rage. No, I'm serious. Like nobody's ever thought of that concept before??
So now that Illinois has succumbed to the stupid and is allowing people to carry concealed weapons, NOW someone thinks about guns + stupid + road rage = something not good... Yeah, we're on the ball here, folks.
I'll save you the trouble of digesting it all. To sum up: "...researchers and police alike worry an increased number of legal guns in cars could lead to an increase in road rage shootings."
Ummmmm. Yeah. It's likely. And there's another wrinkle in this tablecloth: undiagnosed mental disorders, specifically anger disorders. The article notes, "...psychologists say anger disorders are some of the hardest to detect, allowing them to easily slip by undetected and get concealed carry permits." Lovely. I'm so looking forward to this summer.
I'm sorry: I don't think the 16 hours of training is enough. I don't think people have fully comprehended the concept of carrying a deadly weapon and how quickly things can go bad. And they haven't considered fully the psychological implications of actually pulling the trigger while the gun is pointed at another human being. We civilians don't think like that. We're not trained sufficiently, and we have a romanticized version in our heads of what this new law will do.
And I don't think it'll be pretty when the bullets start flying. People have this image of "only gangbangers will be shooting" but it's not so. Guns have a weird psychological effect on you; they make you think you're actually fit to defuse a situation, and immune to injury because you're carrying them.
I think people are going to be surprised at how this all shakes out. And I pray that I'm overreacting.
So I have the script and a basic outline of a sequence for hands and arms. That's the thesis I'm doing to complete my 200-hour training. I have one section on mudras to work on and then I have to get Hubby to film it. I'm doing a DVD. And no, I'm not selling it, nor am I doing much promotion on it, though if I can figure out a way to do it, I may get a workshop out of it!
The one pictured here, apan mudra, is an energy mudra. It helps balance the mind and bring clarity to your thoughts. The image is one I grabbed from The Google. It's not my hand; my hand isn't that pretty!
And yes, I believe this.
Mudras can be used for meditation; healing; rejuvenation. It's all subtle body work, and maybe the key is that, in this loud, loud, LOUD world, mudras force us to sit still and breathe. Maybe that's a key component to their healing properties. Either way, I'm looking forward to finishing it up.
I have one Karma (free) class to host, one more private lesson, and one more workshop. Oh, and one more book review, which is a pain because somewhere, I set the book down, and now I can't find it. It's likely buried in the heap that is my office.
So it's now "mud season" till the next snow and/or polar vortex. They say it's coming back. Right now, it's "ugly snow" and mud. Lots of mud. I took some pictures on Saturday, because I had to go out and get my new glasses. These are along the river and in the canal area. This is where snow is not pretty.
The picture to the left is where I parked my car to get to the eye doctor's office. It looks better than snow looked at this time of year when I was a kid. At least this is crud.
Back in the dark ages, children, we used cinders to spread along the roads. Not salt unless it was BIG SNOW. But for everyday snow, it was cinders all the way.
Tracking those buggers through the house was a pain in the butt. You couldn't get them all cleaned up. They were everywhere.
For environmental reasons, they stopped using cinders. I live in an area with a lot of coal-fired power plants, so cinders were a totally renewable resource, if you think of it a little sideways and you squint.
|Thaw along the river|
This is with phone, so you probably can't see the ducks. It was a grey day, so the light wouldn't have been spectacular even if I had the big camera.
Hubby took the girls for a walk and came back in record time. He said the trails were so icy - even in the melt, there were large sections of black ice and he wasn't about to risk breaking something. As it is, Quinn slid and was hopping around on 3 legs for about 10 minutes. Nothing was broken on her, but she took a good jolt. I've been overly-careful myself. Today is the first day I'm actually wearing "real" shoes.
I hear people chirping about "spring being right around the corner."
Yep. In about 3 months.
|Hunting Island Lighthouse|
This is at the top of the Hunting Island lighthouse in South Carolina. It was a cloudy day. I would imagine that a sunny day would be spectacular!
I think this might have been one of the highlights of The Bus Trip with Mom... Climbing to the top of the lighthouse was something I wasn't sure I could do, because I hadn't exactly been physically fit. More like "physically pfffffffffth" because of my own lack of exercise. But I took my time, stopping to take pictures out the various windows, and then getting to the top. It was dizzying - I mean, I'm out on the deck there, it's a high-ish wind, and I wanted to get a sense of the scope. But I tipped my head up and realized (quickly) that that wasn't smart! Railing notwithstanding, it was a very "Vertigo" feeling! I hope the picture gives you an idea of what I was seeing at that moment.
It's not exactly Ansel Adams, but it's a cool picture. At least I think so.