look what I made!
The kid, not the hat. I think both were pretty well made! (The hat was a gift for C when he was a baby.)
I promised a cute sweater in Malabrigo sock. Here it is.
I”ve been trying to write this post for the last three weeks. Every time I get a bit of free time, something comes up, or wordpress is slow to upload photos and somebody starts crying. But ha! Two of my boys are gone, and the other is (finally) sleeping. He has been spitting up like a madman lately (which is so, so disgusting. Especially when I get out into the warm summer sun when he’s finally napping, only to find that acidic pukey smell that is following me around comes from my shoulder! Yuck. If I had more time, I would design a line of terry cloth post partum wear that is both fashionable and functional. Sadly, I lack the time.) and it has been making his naps shorter. I did a bit of homework this morning and found a few strategies I might try, before mentioning it to his doc next week. Anyway, sweater is Hannah Fetig’s sock yarn sweater. The sizing goes up to like, fourteen years, so that’s pretty cool (there’s also an adult version. I briefly considered buying it, but then realized that the chances of me actually knitting a sock yarn sweater within the next say, five years, is pretty much nonexistent. It’s a lovely pattern, though! And hey, maybe sometime I’ll magically shrink down to a 32 inch bust (ha! not likely) and I can use the pattern I have. Or I could do the math, but meh… math only works out for me when there is a dollar sign attached. Otherwise it makes no sense.
But isn’t it cute? And used way less than a skein, and was a quick knit, so I say a winner all the way.
What else? Well, we had a potato haul. Here’s C planting them during my first false labour with Miles. I was slumped heavily on our cheap wicker Ikea chair (which will be burnt/thrown into the blackberry bushes as soon as our house sells) feeling horrid, waiting for my mom to come and pick up C, and Pete was entertaining C by digging holes and letting him drop some sad, sprouted grocery store potatoes that had been relegated to our shed months before. There’s a video, it’s dead cute. Anyway. Um. Let’s see if I can find the planting pictures….
Yep, he had a blast. He was also wearing his glow in the dark pajama bottoms. Why don’t they make those for grown ups?
And here’s our haul. He and I spent some time last week digging and pulling and finding. Good times!
There were a lot more than that. We have eaten from them twice, adding the chives from the other side of the garden, and the basil as well. We didn’t have a lot of crops this year as my ambition was squealched by a certain tiny wunderkind.
Anyway, as I write this, my backyard neighbours are having some kind of church service. Hmmm… I have to say I am intrigued by these people. They are Japanese, and from word from their neighbour (my other backyard neighbour, who is quite fond of us) they don’t speak much English. Every summer they have this gathering. The first time I heard it, I was fascinated and kind of horrified. It was like I was listening into some Temple of Doom score. There was a mass of people on the property, and flags, and singing, this crazy, crazy singing. Some of it was chanted, and over top of it was a the trill of some sort of operatic voice. It was not in English (though didn’t sound particularly like any language I knew). Then there was some kind of ceremony or sermon (hard to tell. I couldn’t see, just could hear, as they have a high fence with lattice work, and I didn’t want to look too nosy) followed by more singing. I was later informed that this was a salmon festival, (or ceremony as it seemed to be). Sure enough, each time the CBC told me that the first run of salmon had appeared, the ceremony happened again. I did a bit of homework, (okay, it was just internet homework, so it wasn’t that intensive. But next time I’m at UBC I’ll poke in the library a bit) and found out that there is a group of Northern Japanese (they said indigenous. But aren’t all Japanese indigenous? Did they just mean More Indigenous, as in Different From Us? Who knows.) who celebrate the first run of salmon. They also mentioned how the women of this group traditionally greet each other with an operatic-ish trill. Interesting. So, anyway, maybe that is what they’re doing. I don’ t really know for sure. I do know that that woman nearly ran me over once, so I’m a little wary (but just of her driving. Seriously, who doesn’t stop at the end of their driveway, especially when a woman holding a baby is walking past?) Anyway, right now they appear to be having some kind of church service. I don’t know how this coincides with the Salmon Ceremony (see why I’m so intrigued?) I’m not sure that Buddhists have choral type singing, so it seems more Christian that Buddhist… who knows? It’s just nice to hear someone in the back yard singing.
Anyway, guess who’s now crying? Thanks, kid for the 25 minutes of quiet. Grrr…. Micronaps stink!!!!