I’ve been going through my unfinished objects bag and trying to finish up some things. It’s amazing what ends up in there:
I have a pair of mittens that is all but finished, merely needing a thumb on one and the cuff on the other. They’ve been in there for almost a year despite this.
I started a snowman a couple of years ago to put out around Christmas-time, then lost the pattern for a year. After I found the pattern I did maybe two rows and that one’s been sitting in there for almost a year as well.
There are a couple of vests that I was doing to build up a work wardrobe. There’s no real reason I stopped working on them, I just did. There’s also a hoodie that I stopped working on because I needed a new ball of yarn. I have all of the yarn for it, and I know exactly where it is. I think that one’s been in there so long because I stole the needles from it to make a hat.
There’s a pile of socks in there that need darning. They were made before I learned the importance of knitting tight soles, so I’m contemplating cutting them up to use as stuffing anyway, since the entire ball of the foot and heel are worn.
There was a pair of cabled socks in there, but I started those 3 years ago and can’t get gauge so they’ve been frogged to start again.
I’m kind of pleased that there aren’t that many things in that bag. I thought there would be more. Still, I’d better hurry and finish the mittens at least, before the cold weather sneaks up on us and I’m freezing.
I made a bunch of dishcloths last month since the cotton yarn was on sale for cheap and we were in desperate need of some cloths for the kitchen. I basically grabbed a ball each of the colours I liked, and then mixed and matched until I was out of yarn.
I’ve been trying to bring in the garden harvest this year so that Dean’s mom won’t have to when she gets back from Portugal. It’s making me really grumpy. Except for the tomatoes (which aren’t ready yet) there’s dill, Portuguese kale, and chard* collard greens in the garden. All of these get made into Green Soup all year long. The dill and kale are small, but there’s lots of it. It takes hours to sort through it all and get all the stems cut off. Then I have to wash everything, chop it up really small (think shredded lettuce) and put it in bags for the freezer. Not particularly hard work, just a lot of it. It feels like there’s a never-ending pile of greens to get through still.
I did find a cute little snail going through all the cut plants. I was taking them out of one sink and putting them in the other to wash. I wasn’t really watching my hands; after all the hours I was on autopilot. So I was a little freaked when I grabbed a plant and felt something slimy. I dropped it, then took a look. I found this guy:
I brought it—kale and all—downstairs where the camera was, but it was awake and searching for an escape at this point. So it fell off its kale branch and onto some paper I had on the floor. Poor thing. That’s twice it was dropped in the space of 5 minutes. It seemed happy enough, crawling around looking for its kale. After it had climbed back on, I carried it outside and put it back in the garden. I may as well let it munch on the stems that I’ve left in there.
*I was having chard for dinner and mixed up what I was cooking with what I was chopping. My bad.
This morning I decided to try driving Dean’s car around the residential areas some just to see if I could handle being on the road with the thing. Going without stalling was a breeze. Apparently I’ve got that down. Shifting is okay, but I could be faster which would be smoother on the car. All in all the driving part was fine. A few hiccups getting going on some left turns but I didn’t stall.
I went around the area quite a few times with no problems. I’m sure the mail lady was wondering why the heck I went by her a dozen times on the same road.
The real issue came when I had to get the car back in the garage. I stalled 3 times, only moving a few inches each time, before I could get the car going enough to get in there. It was incredibly frustrating.
Parking it was easy too. I’m straight, and lined up with the other car and there’s room on all sides. So, I think it was a success. I just need more practice and some courage to not be afraid of main roads.
ETA: I tried to take my bike to the mall after, and the brakes are loud and not really working, the thing to switch gears in the front is too low and rubs up against highest setting, and my chain broke after only a couple of minutes. I ended up walking it home and taking the bus.
I’ve been playing Animal Crossing: City Folk a lot for the last couple of weeks. I usually don’t give much thought to the flowers and things in town, but this time I want to get the golden watering can so I’ve been planting a lot of flowers and trees. So, I started the game up yesterday and was very surprised to see that I now have my very own orange roses. It turns out that if you plant flowers of the same variety next to each other they can produce new flowers, and sometimes hybrids. See?
Orange flowers! I’m going to go back and move flowers around to try and get more pretty colours. By default you get white, yellow, and red.
I got a little over-enthusiastic sharpening one of the kitchen knives this morning. Using the steel is fun, so this particular knife ended up way sharper than was needed, considering I was only chopping some vegetables. While attempting to cut up some broccoli florets for my mac & cheese, the knife slipped ever so slightly and nicked the side of my index finger. If it were a dull knife it probably would have just slid right off, but instead I got a nice slice similar to a deep paper cut. The funny part about it is when I was slicing a tomato at dinnertime it happened again, but this time I caught the tip of my thumb. Again, it was just the slightest movement, but did more damage than it otherwise would have were the knife dull. *sigh* Yet another example of how clumsy I can be.
A wrote the last post about my hair because I had spent the previous few weeks contemplating combing it out. Part of me thought if I said something that it would tip the scales in favour of keeping them. Alas, my ploy did not work. I spent March 26th to 31st combing out all 44 dreads. I’m a little sad about it, but it did seem like the time for them to go. The plan is to wait 4 or 5 years and redo them, now that I know a lot more about taking care of dreads and how my hair reacts to them. I will be keeping them for at least a year next time, if not longer.
I found a really neat crochet pattern that I wanted to try so I dug out the random bits of crochet cotton that my mom gave me ages ago and gave it a whirl. It’s been years since I’ve done anything more complicated than chains and single crochet stitches (Dean’s spaghetti monster hat) so I needed a book from the library to explain what the heck was going on. It’s a really easy pattern though and I’ve already got it memorized. I took a picture of where I was last night.
I’ve finished the multicoloured section and done more, but I don’t want to completely spoil the surprise so that’s all I’m willing to show for now.