Saturday, September 18, 2010


I'd like to introduce you to something beautiful.  It's soft, smells nice,  squishy, and so so very warm.  The colors are fabulous and it has just the right amount of drape.  It's swings ever so gently as I walk.  Here she is.
I love her.  This is the second attempt at a sweater out of this yarn.  I love the yarn, it's is very light and easy to work with.  The sweater pattern itself is very popular right now, and since I had so much of this yarn I decided to try my hand at sleeve and added two more buttons.  It would be the most wonderful sweater in the world, if.......................................
I were a 44 inch chest.  I'm not.  There is nothing wrong with being a 44 inch chest.  I wish that I was to tell you the honest truth, because then I would have this wonderful sweater to wear whenever I wanted to.  I tried to make it work, I wore it for a whole day, I loved it.  But it's just to big, and when asked directly what he thought,  Mr. Romance told me that it looked like I could keep another person under there with me.  I just don't need that in a sweater right now. 

I tried to be good with this.  I couldn't follow the pattern as it's written so I took my gauge, my measurements and the EPS with regards to how many stitches to use for the sleeves (which fit perfectly by the way, I do love them).  But somewhere in all the distractions and lack of "thought out"ness.  I have a huge sweater.  
Bottomline:  I ripped it right back out again.  I want this sweater made from this yarn and I'm on a budget.  So, I'm going to try again, and this time I'm casting on about 20 less stitches then before.  So at least it should go faster!!!
Oh and I left the picture big,  it's how I feel about the whole thing right now and wanted to give you some perspective.

Saturday, September 11, 2010

It's happening again, I think.

Mr. S is only 14 months old, and it looks like we're looking for yet another daycare setting.  I've vented about this plenty, but it lurks in the back of my mind all day long.  It's similar to dating,  you have to call, set up a mutually convenient time to met,  make pleasantries and small talk, than either hope that they love you and want you (or rather your child), or you have to break up with them.  It's freaking exhausting.  Never mind the fact that it has to be fit in after a full day of work/play, when the small boy is so tired he's ready to fight anyone who comes near him, which as can be imagined makes a fantastic first impression.

It's little (or rather huge, depending on how much sleep I'm gotten) things like this that I never could have imagined prior to having a child.  These are conversations I might have listened in on and nodded my head and felt minor sympathy with before.  Now I'm consumed with it.   Oh, I do know that there are people with real problems and this is small in comparison, but it's getting to me.  The problem with situations like this is that you can't just jump up and fix it, it takes times.  Plus what if I make another bad decision?  I didn't know the last situations would turn out like they have.  Maybe I should throw all of my reasons for choosing where he's at now out the window and try to find a new criteria.  Man, I'd love to out source this to India right now.

Oh and I did find the perfect place,  it's also $105.00 more than we pay now.  Let see, great daycare but live on ramen noodles for life?  I know money's not suppose to be the final say, but that is a lot of money per week, never mind per month.  It's actually two thousand less dollars than my entire undergraduate college tuition.  Oh did you know that I went to grad school?  :)

Friday, September 3, 2010

If I have to go to work,

then the preschool's a pretty good place to have to go.  That's how I'll sum up my first week back at school after a fantastic summer vacation.  Since I have to go somewhere,  I might as well go there.  It might sound like a put down, but I can't think of a higher compliment for a job really.  If I can't be on vacation, then I'll go there.

Someone else is enjoying his "school" too.  So much so that he's needed continual bathing when he gets home.  I'm fine with that, I'll take a happy filthy baby boy over a clean sad one any day.