So it’s Easter Sunday and after all the egg finding and stuff is over, I am going through the office and prepping for tomorrow.
Spring Quarter starts tomorrow, so soon after Winter Quarter finished. I got a head start on my reading for the Ethnic Lit class and read “Six Degrees of Separation” which was a fantastic read. I think I have a penchant for reading plays because its the second or third play I have been assigned to read (Shakespeare not included) that I have just loved. Now I have to go see it somewhere…
Anyhow, I was cleaning out my lame old lady bag– seriously, I used to mock the people who had their backpacks on wheels and then the doctor told me not to carry my books any more because of the sciatica thingy… so I got the uncoolest bag EVER @ kmart. It weighs about as much as the backpack I took with me to England on holiday. back to the topic– and I found a photograph of Barry and Megan at the hospital, right after she was born.
As a mom you would think that my first reaction at seeing a very old photograph of my eight year old as a newborn, I would be thinking “she looks so tiny!” but it wasn’t. No, I was more taken with the look of happiness on my husband’s face and was struck by how young he was, and in turn how young we both must have been.
I am constantly amazed at how fast the world seems to be moving, how fast my marriage has gone from being a blissful first year to the rocky third year, rocketing past year seven *cough*, and now we’re less than 18 months away from our tenth anniversary. Megan is becoming an independent little thinker and all of us are working hard for bigger and better things. It’s amazing.
I finished the J4M sweater. Then decided I hated the hem and that it was too short. So I frogged the purl ridges back, added four more increase rows and am working on devising a backwards knit-in hem. I did a knit-in hem for Rogue, but started from the bottom, so I expect it will feel a little different.
Also, although I dearly wanted the long sleeves, I had to increase the shoulder circumference for my great big flapping bat wings and by the time I got to the bell part of the sleeve, I could have used the sleeve as a legwarmer, I KID you not. So, I frogged that back to right after the purl ridges and decreased about 16 stitches evenly, somewhere between 1 and 2 inches anyways, and then bound it off. Because it’s stockinette stitch, that bit curls right up to the purl ridges but it is comfortably close to my arm and not flapping in the breeze.
My very first just for me sweater. I have had a good time with it.
Oh, and I joined the Punk Rock Sock Club from Lotus Knits.