Wednesday 30 December 2009

From bad to worse

I told you last post about the double up on the Worst Colds I've Ever Had, right? Well, apparently I should have kept my fool mouth shut. On Monday night, our whole household came down with a stomach flu the likes of which we have never seen before.

This is problematic because our house has only one bathroom.

Around 1 am, we found creative new uses for garbage cans.

On Tuesday morning, when the puke had cleared, and Sweet Pea was ready to get up, I learned that I was unable to care for her. Mr. Wonderful, also in terrible shape, wouldn't be able to care for her either. I could hardly even lift the little soul out of her crib, I was so weak. It would be impossible for me to entertain her, never mind change her diapers, or get her breakfast. In desperation (and tears) I picked up the phone and called my mom.
Realistically, I expected that Wonderful and I would be on our own for a few hours, and then my mom would drop by for a few hours, she'd sit on the couch and watch Sweet Pea play, and then she'd be on her way. I did not expect that she would arrive with my dad at her side, clean my house, do my puke-covered laundry, and bring me ginger ale in bed all the while showing Sweet Pea The Best Time Ever!
I didn't expect that I would appreciate it so much, either.

So mom (and dad) I know you read the blog . . . thank you. Thank you so much! You didn't have to do that, but I'm so glad that you did. I love that I can count on you to be there for me - and that you exceed my expectations. I am still aghast, and I think I will always be grateful for your help yesterday.

Sunday 27 December 2009

Sigh.

I have tonnes of shit to share with you, and so little time/energy to do it.

We've been sick here for three weeks now. First a head cold, that became a chest cold with a wicked cough. It is/was a mean, nasty, disgusting cold. One of the nastiest colds I've ever gone through. Now a new head cold, complete with eye-watering sinus pain. Awesome. The first round had Mr. Wonderful in bed for 3 days. This round has me wishing I could hide in bed for three days.

Coming up:
  • Doll clothes
  • Argyle mittens
  • Christmas baking
  • Christmas re-cap
Let us start with Argyle mittens.

I decided that I wanted to knit myself a pair of awesome mittens. You may recall my plea for decisive assistance here. I neglected to list as an option the pattern that I eventually settled on, Vespergyle Mitts. So I cast on, and made this much progress the first day.

Stirring, isn't it?

By the end of day 2, I had this much done:

After a week, my mitten looked like this:

It didn't stay like that though. The thumb is too small, so I had to rip it back. Right now it's in time out. Eventually, I'll get back at it. For now, I'm angry with it and refuse to speak to it.

The mitten fits beautifully, and the yarns (STR Silky, and Koigu KPM) are a dream on my hands. I really look forward to burying the hatchet with my mitten, and making it a mate.

More posting later. For now, tired. Must sleep.

Saturday 19 December 2009

How inadvertently festive of me!

There I was, clearing up the scraps from some little knits I've just finished up, when I noticed the colours . . . .

Happy Holidays!

Wednesday 2 December 2009

Picking your brains. OR get out your thinking caps. OR another plea for help

I need assistance!


As you all know, I make dolls. As some of you know, I've been toying (ha! Toying!) with the idea of launching a business - making these dolls for sale. I need me a good name for this potential business. I've been mulling it over for weeks now . . . no ideas.


I want the name to invoke certain things, which makes it difficult, since I can't really put into words what those certain things are. It's more a feeling really. In an attempt to put it into words, I'm hoping for ethereal, funky, lovable, all-natural, handmade . . . or any combination thereof.


Ideas?

Tuesday 1 December 2009

Notes from the change table

Me: What does a kitty say?
Sweet Pea: Meow
Me: What does a puppy say?
Sweet Pea: Woof, woof
Me: What does . . . a mommy say?
Sweet Pea: BOOBIES!
Me: What does a daddy say?
Sweet Pea: Shh, shh, shh (little index finger up to her lips and everything)
Me: What does a Sweet Pea say?
Sweet Pea: . . . . (deep in thought) . . . NANA!