Ridiculous knit baby pants–and other clothing items that exist.

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I knit these pants before Simon was born, and decided that he should get some wear out of them before it gets warm–if that day ever comes–and before he outgrows them. Already, they’re becoming culottish. They’re called Kanoko Baby Pants, and they’re a free Ravelry download. (Ravelry–great site source for all sorts of knitting and crochet patterns.) They feature the seed stitch–one of my favorite looking stitches, but also one I like knitting the least. It’s basically like ribbing, except you knit the purl stitches and purl the knit stitches on the next row. Any idiot can do it, I’m proof. Anyway, despite what David said when he saw Simon sporting these pants this morning, I think they’re cute, and let’s face it: Babies can get away with more ridiculous fashion attire. DSC_0379 DSC_0371 DSC_0391 However, the Kanoko pants are no longer the main topic of this post. Get ready. Culottes. Remember those? I had forgotten, but now seem to recall that my mom had several pairs for me when I was 8 or 9. Were they ever really “in”? I doubt it. I Googled around to see for sure how it’s spelled, and discovered, to my great horror, that they’re still around. Apparently they’re a choice clothing item for women and girls seeking to be modest in their dress. Okay. I’m all for modesty. I suppose they’re modest. I won’t say anything more. Just kidding. OF COURSE I’ll say more. There should be some sort of person in charge of blacklisting certain fashions. I’ll volunteer for the position. These would occupy the top slot, followed closely by elastic-waist women’s jeans with no butt pockets. There are these. front_pleat_culotte_3     And these. culottes And, finally, for a final dose of fashion fail, I found these. culotte_fron_pleat_camo_1_1 A trifecta of fashion missteps: Cargo pockets, camo, and pleats. In a culotte form. They’re only $36.95! Better snag a pair before they’re sold out, ladies.

Amelia just looked over my shoulder and stated, “I want those pants. Or, that dress. I don’t know.”

I don’t know, either, honey.

February. Sigh.

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The February blahs are knocking on my door. It’s been soo cold lately! And not too sunny, which can combine to pack a lethal punch to even the sunniest of dispositions–and I’m not saying mine is.

However, HOWEVER! There was a bright little burst of sunshine last week. I have a new niece, Brooke, who was born last Tuesday. And she’s just everything a snuggly little newborn should be: Tiny, fine-featured, rosebud lips. Just a sweetie. And Aunt Lindy got to knit her some fun things, which is also lovely.

My youngest daughter also turned 4, and I’m going to say something moms never say (ha): WHEN did my little curly blonde spitfire get old enough to attend preschool?

In other mom cliche news, in less than one month, my baby boy will turn 1. So, what did I do this morning to make that transition easier? Apparently, I had a spurt of temporary, February-induced insanity and cut his hair FAR SHORTER than I should have or wanted to. I’ve been walking around handwringing ever since. In my best Kenneth Parcell, “What is WRONG with me?!”

So naturally I took a bunch of pictures to try to convince myself that he’s still my little chubby baby, even if his dip of a mother gave him an accidental buzzcut.

And really, that’s pretty much the bulk of it.

What I’m knitting now: A cabled afghan that I started over a year ago. I have got to finish this thing. Maybe in time for next winter? Who knows, miracles do happen from time to time.

In the meantime, there are a few other babies making their grand arrivals this spring, and I’ve been having fun making bibs for them. I love the cotton yarn that’s out there, and adding some buttons always seems to complete the look. Plus, they’re a quick knit, and don’t get lost in the Work In Progress Limbo, where the afghan has been these many months.

I’ll try to stick to knitting, rather than haircuts, to keep the winter doldrums at bay from here on out, mmmkay?

Handy knitting techniques to survive motherhood

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Laugh all you want. Tell me I’m being hyperbolic. (Cuz I sort of am.) But there will come a day when your son tells you the day before he’s going to dress up as Julius Caesar for Egyptian Day at school that you wish you knew how to MacGuyver a costume out of a white sheet, a pipe cleaner, and some yarn. Yep! Some gold-colored yarn.

After figuring out–thanks to handy internet video tutorials, natch–how to tie a toga, and after Linus had made a laurel for his head out of said leaves and pipe cleaner, his costume was still…missing something. It needed tassels! And a belt. He needed to look more regal, I guess.

My brain said, “i-cord with tassels!” So I whipped out my double pointed needles–which are necessary for making i-cord, and went to town. All concerned were satisfied with the results. Knitting saved the day!

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For those of you tittering nervously, asking yourselves, “Was Julius Caesar…Egyptian?” No, of course not. But he did have a love affair with Cleopatra, so Linus reasoned that this was close enough. [Note the picture of “Cleo” he is carrying.]

There are all sorts of fantastic things one can do with i-cord. Staci at Very Pink Knits has a great i-cord tutorial. Oh, and a great tassel video. So easy, a caveman could do it. Or a sleep-deprived, harried mom.

 

The first snowfall! that I’m trying to be excited about.

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I’ve gotta be honest: I know housework is neverending, but the laundry situation at la casa Borer is bumming me out. It’s always there, beckoning me to come fold it or put it away or start it, or….aaahh!

But I have a great way of dealing with it. If it starts getting too out of control, I leave the room and head into my chair (everyone ought to have their own chair) to knit, naturally! Knitting to escape reality! Again.

I just finished a birthday hat for my nephew, Sam, who loves Angry Birds. (Who doesn’t? Well, me, I guess–but only because I’ve never played the game. I’m too busy knitting, you see.)

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This was fun to knit, but I think sewing on the face took longer than knitting the hat. Just because I’m such an awesome sewer. No, a sew-er, not a sewer. What?

Anyway, enough of that for now. There are more exciting things happening today on the farm. Like the first snow of the year!

I documented it. And I’ll review these photos in March when snowfall is not nearly the joyous event it is right now, in November.

I took some pictures last night of the fall foliage because I had already seen the forecast and wept.

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favorite fall shrub, the aptly named burning bush

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our garden shed is an old chicken coop. our chickens reside in a different shed. it makes perfect sense.

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our prodigal male cat, Guthrie, who returned to us both happy and female.

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snow on knitwear is so nice, is it not?

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don’t hurt yourself, sweetie.

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amelia’s best shawshank impression.

I’d keep on blogging, but I have laundry to ignore.

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Happening today

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It’s Friday!

I’m making a valiant effort to get all my ducks in a row for a weekend visit to my parents’ house. (And by valiant effort, I mean drinking coffee and blogging.)

We’ll be celebrating my nephew’s birthday and hanging out. And by “hanging out,” I mean chasing after crawling baby and toddling toddler, and energetic three year old (two of them) and the older two. You know the drill. So, doing the packing thing, eventually.

I’m hoping to make it to the yarn store this weekend–and perhaps do a bit o’ thrifting? Oh, that’d be nice. And if I could get in some knitting, I’d be one happy girl.

Happening on the farm:

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we had a couple of sunrise visitors, one shown here

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and a sleepy gulliver

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as well as a very alert and magnificent (if he does say so, himself) hector cat

Happy weekend!

It’s an earflap hat! And a caterpillar quest.

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I knit Simon his hat for the winter, and we got to try it out last evening. There’s something about a baby in an earflap hat, with a little red, wind-chilled nose and rosy cheeks that is just irresistible. Mmm mmm mm!! (It just took me 4 tries to spell “irresistible” correctly. I’m such a credit to my English degree. Ahem.)

We got to try it out because the harvesting “crew” was here combining the corn on our quarter, and my second oldest was along for the ride, her favorite thing in the world. She chirps along merrily the entire time. Which comes as a welcome diversion to the work-weary combine and grain cart operators, I’m told. She penned (on her own) the lyrics to The Sound of Music’s “Doe, A Deer.” I’m her mother, so naturally I think this is precious:

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i especially like the descending dos at the end. you’re singing it now, i just know it.

So, yes, there we were, outside waiting to gather Eliza, with Simon’s hat, and Simon himself, and Amelia, who was concerned not by the beautiful, pinky-purple sunset, nor the chickens, nor the harvest commencing in the field, nor the billions of rust red corn hulls flying through the air. She was determined to create a suitable habitat for her pet caterpillar by searching for the p-e-r-f-e-c-t leaf and stick for its bowl. It was a success: Any caterpillar would flourish in such a dwelling. However, she did not actually have a pet caterpillar.  And, to her dismay (and I’m always the one who has to break news like this to the kids) there were probably no caterpillars around on this chilly, fall evening.

She was crestfallen, but not down for long, thank goodness. I always say to myself how I’d love to have three-year-old problems, but then I have to reprimand myself for being a jerk. We all started out with those types of problems, and they ARE big problems to three-year-olds. (Or two-year-olds. Or nine-year-olds.)

Earflap hat: So much fun to knit. I didn’t use a pattern, so I can’t link to one. Eliza would like me to knit one for her now. And you know I’ll only be too glad to do that.

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Happening today on the farm: Breakfast, soon. And probably some more coffee. And maybe I’ll finally get around to putting some photos in an album. Maybe.

Continental vs. English knitting

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Another entry into the annals of “Knitting to Escape Reality.” Subtitled, “In which I contemplate turning my knitting universe upside down.”

Short version, since that’s all I’ve got this morning. [Child Two woke up in the night with stomach flu. Child One recovering. Child Three is just a handful. Child Four is sweet but also a baby. Mom is tired.] I’m thinking of switching knitting styles, or at least learning the other one. I want to see if the Continental style of knitting is faster than the way I knit, which is in the English style.

Are you asleep? Oh, sorry.

Anyway, after reading multitudes of knitting commentaries online and watching my trusty Youtube knitting tutorials during my overnight puke vigil, I’ve learned that everyone knits one or the other, experienced knitters use both depending upon their mood or project, and everyone does it a bit differently. Continental knitters “pick” the yarn, and hold the working yarn in their left hand, while English knitters “throw” the yarn while holding the working yarn in their right hand.

One thing I’ve deduced is that I don’t let go of my work completely as I “throw” the yarn around the right needle. I don’t think of myself as a slow knitter, but that would slow one down considerably. Many knitting instructors like to teach this English style to beginners, so that’s probably the reason I learned this way.

I’ll spare you the excruciating details. We all know how I could go on and on about this. But I will add some of the great knitting tutorial sites I’ve come across the last two years since I began knitting. (Well, not quite two years. Crazy!)

Since I’m researching another knitting technique in order to increase my knitting speed, I leave you with this video of the fastest knitter in the world. Hilarious!