The dumb sleeves for the stupid sweater are finished! Good grief, I can't believe the trouble I had with those things, how many times I re-knit the cap, and how long they've taken! I am very happy, however, to have employed two new techniques learned just last weekend. The shawl collar is all that's left to knit and I'll be starting on that tonight.
I thought I might start some booties or not-booties last night, but didn't quite have time. My Kool-aid yarn is too big for not-booties, so I'll have to hunt down another pattern for that yarn, but think I have something in stash I can use for them. I can't decide which I want to use more/first, the pattern or the yarn!
These are snowdrops in the ravine for Heather. (Go look; she has a beautiful Rogue fresh off the needles!) The flowers showed up better than I thought -- the whole ravine is like this. They'll be gone in a few short days. Most of them are white, but there's a blue one here and there. We had a thunderstorm roll through last night, got lots of much needed rain, and it cooled down quite a bit.
I just have to show you the difference in the main bloodroot patch after only two days, too. My sister wrote this morning about her tulips and daffodils, columbine and bleeding heart: "Aren't we just delirious?" We are!! (It's not just me.)
Kt called yesterday to share some news that she just couldn't hold in! She'd taken her math placement test and tested out -- she doesn't have to take a single math class next year, and that makes her very happy.
And my youngest sister called. She has about 6-7 weeks left in her pregnancy and is starting to reach for the Tums on a daily basis; a little trouble sleeping, ankles swelling now and then, but otherwise fine. She has also hired a doula and that's making her feel a little more relaxed and reassured.
Continue reading about why I think this is a great idea (baby/childbirth talk), or "Is This What I Should Be When I Grow Up?"
When Kt was born (20 years ago Friday), we were living in an efficiency suite at a motel on the Oregon coast. We'd sold one house and had bought another, but were in between when she decided to make her appearance and the motel was "home" for her first week.
I had planned to nurse Kt all along, had attended childbirth classes and had done reading of all sorts, but nothing really prepared me for what it was like getting started. I still get tears in my eyes when I recall what it was like when my milk came in, how my breasts felt like they were made of glass -- the finest, thinnest glass -- glass that would shatter if you looked at it! Oh.my.god. It was the most painful thing I've ever experienced (I remember the pain of that a helluva lot more than that of three labors!). Who would you turn to for advice at such a time? Mom! We didn't have a phone in our motel room, so I walked carefully with my glass boobs to a phone booth. My mother had always said that she'd nursed me and that I was the only one of five that she had nursed -- surely she'd remember this and could tell me what to do!
Nope. That's when I learned that having five kids in six years pretty much makes for many years that are just a blur -- just doing what needs to be done everyday and not stopping to think about it! I ended up calling a nurse at the hospital and she was very, very helpful.
My mother came to visit several weeks later. Man, I needed her and I didn't even know it. I'd met them at the airport, Kt nestled in my front carrier. Mom couldn't wait to get hold of her and when she did, I went into immediate shock -- mouth agape, eyes popping. Mom grabbed that kid and (it seemed like she) just whipped her over an arm; Kt was looking out at the world, bouncing softly against mom's hip -- not crying, certainly not breaking (not nearly as fragile as I thought). Anyway, after five minutes of watching Mom with Kt, I was more at ease than I'd been in weeks!
I'm really happy that my sister will have that kind of support and help right off the bat. I wish I lived just a wee bit closer to her. I have thought about working in this field at various times over the years (not even knowing there was a name for it) and was reminded of it again last night. I was so excited, talking with my sister, sharing my experience, delighting in her decision -- wishing I could be there. I wonder if this is not something I'm supposed to pursue. I wonder, Lauren, if this is what I'm supposed to be when I grow up!