How goes it?
It's going fine -- we've had some crazy good fun few days -- and it's all going fine.
In the Olympic finishing department: I haven't begun sewing up Mom's Habu vest -- I think I'll save that for tomorrow morning. We might have lunch together, and maybe I can have it somewhat together by then -- see how it's working. This one seems like it should be so easy, but I am really struggling -- it just doesn't seem like it should be working, even though I've checked and measured things numerous times, and Mom herself has given the nod. Skeptical, I am.
In the Olympic knitting department: I'm almost finished with one of the fronts for *My* Habu sweater. I was mistaken the other day in thinking that I was further along. The picking up where you left off in regards to a Japanese knitting pattern that hasn't been worked in almost a year isn't quite like riding a bicycle, but it came back to me much easier than expected. I'm getting very excited about finishing this one! It's much less problematic than the vest.
In the comment department: Shelley wrote the other day that she "...can't imagine being on the cusp... I would have done an all-nighter and strutted the new piece each time. How can you walk away from the prize?" When DH walked through the kitchen on Saturday as I was working on slaving over steam-blocking the vest pieces, I said "THIS is why I can walk away. I hate this part. THIS is what makes me a PROCESS knitter!" I absolutely love having and wearing a piece that was made from my own hand, but that is definitely not my main motivation for knitting. As my good friend Margene likes to say, It's the process!
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I'm not sure what's going to happen next in the daughter department...
...except that among some of the newly created departments, there soon will be a new son-in-law department! Yep. Ali + Kevin, sitting in a tree... or standing under a bridge, as the case may be!
Funny, I never really thought of myself as a mother-in-law -- and it's weirding me out a little. I've seen myself as mother, definitely; grandmother, certainly/anticipatingly; mother-in-law, not so much -- maybe because I've never had one, myself -- though my mother is one, and my husband has one, and my sisters talk about theirs. It's the weirdest thing... but also, hey, so kinda cool, eh? I'll be a mother-in-law -- a good one, I hope, like Glinda-The Good Witch, I can be Vicki-The Good Mother-In-Law.
Surely, only bad mothers-in-law are ugly.