Monkey with Crayon Rage

That's totally gonna be my band name.

So, silly girl that I am didn't read her instructions properly and continued ribbing away on her Irish Coffee instead of switching to stockinet stitch...for five rows!  Rather than tink back the 5 rows I'm just dropping the purl stitches and picking them up the correct way and so far so good.  :)

Th-th-th-that's all folks!

Gramps

It is done! Fin! Finished! Ends woven in, old man buttons attached and elbow patches ironed on.

Ta-Da!

I can't wait to give it to my little bubba on Saturday.  I like this tradition of knitting him a sweater for his birthday.  Little bit of Auntie love for her little bubba. 

Sadly, I have to frog back a bit on the fisherman's sock and start the heel about 5 rows sooner than I did.  Not a big deal really.  My goal is to have these done by our weekend getaway around the end of October.  (same goal for my Irish Coffee Sweater) I totally can do this, at least with the sock because I knit pretty much the foot & heel while watching a bunch of episodes of Supernatural on Netflix Saturday afternoon. 

On a side note, I love my mailman at work, he just brought me gelato from the shop across the street :D

It's Fall!

It's officially fall.  The sun is setting earlier and earlier, the air is a tad chillier and blankets are once again gracing the bed. I love this time of year, snuggling by the fireplace, drinking tea, knitting big things, like the squish (no picture yet). 

log cabin blanket
picture courtesy of the fisherman

I brought my log cabin blanket to the fisherman's house to soak & block. It's still there and he's been using it to keep him warm while he writes, he took this picture after bringing it out to the sunroom (aka my favorite room) to dry, but, it's 'officially' finished, blocked and photographed.  Surprisingly it grew quite a bit in blocking which for some reason surprised me.

My little bubba's gramps cardigan officially has buttons on it! Next up, elbow patches!

Also, I turned the heel on the fisherman's boyfriend sock.  The second sock I did on size 1.5 needles rather than the size 2, it should fit snugger and I did the heel from the Watson sock rather than a short row.  So far so good, fingers crossed!

The Most Important Meal of the Day

I'm talking about breakfast.

Saturday morning the Fisherman and I went fishing at the flats.  I caught seaweed and a shell, the Fisherman caught a flounder.  I don't know, such is the nature of the beast or the fish in this case.
I used a spin rod as it is far to late in the season to be teaching me how to cast a fly rod, which I am ok with, I like the spin rod.

When we got home I went a little hog wild and made a full Irish breakfast for my Fisherman.  This was a plan as I made the brown bread a couple of nights before and went to the magical German Kitchen where the blood sausages and good bacon live.

I poached my very first egg with the help of Alton Brown (he is a genius) and look how pretty it is.
It doesn't even look poached, but, trust me it is.

first poached egg

 

Breakfast included: Irish Brown Bread, poached eggs, beans in tomato sauce, blood sausage, bacon roasted potato (not shown) & breakfast sausage (for me I don't really dig on blood sausage). 

 

Irish Brekkie with Earl Grey tea

The Fisherman was so proud of this breakfast that showed it to a couple of his fishing buddies.  They were impressed (as they should be...look at that egg!!) 

 

It was gobbled up with much enthusiasm and gusto and I believe the phrase, 'you know it's a good breakfast when you need to take a break from easting sausage to eat some bacon.'

 

We then retired to the couch for a much needed nap.  :)

 

Sugar Skulls & Kayaking

I love em they are pretty and kinda girly.

I have had zero mojo for anything. Seriously, not.one.blessed.thing.

I did finish my little Bubba's (don't ask, I call him Bubba) Gramps cardigan, I need to put on the super cool old man buttons and elbow patches on it still, but the knitting and blocking is done (pictures once the buttons are on it)

Good news is I finally got my knitting mojo back.  I've been working on Irish Coffee and my dear Fisherman's Boyfriend sock. 

The sock that I finished I fear will have to be redone with smaller needles, the foot part fit ok but the leg portion could be a little tighter.  Being that I hadn't started the second sock I figured it would be a good opportunity to knit it using a 1.5 needle rather than the size 2.

Now if only my exercise mojo would return, I miss it, just not enough to get out of bed in the morning (it's too crowded after work)

I cannot wait for the weekend, Batman the animated series on Friday night with some knitting, fishing on Saturday and maybe some kayaking and Sunday, lounging and video games, perfect weekend in my opinion.

Can I just say that I love kayaking, who knew?  My fisherman and I went kayaking a couple of weekends ago (my second time out), and was on the lake for almost 5 hours!  Some paddling and exploring but mostly drifting and a little light fishing (I caught a tree!) it's so peaceful. I might take a plain vanilla sock with me next time, for the quiet time. 

My kayak (it's the fisherman's but it's the one I use and love) is orange and heavy and desperately needs a name, because calling her my sweet girl just isn't cutting it anymore. She needs a good name (maybe Kaywinnit). I also kinda want to adorn her with a sugar skull sticker. 

Hopefully I'll have the squish blanket finished & blocked for my next post.

Summer Recap

Man alive it's August. When did that happen? Seriously...

I ran a 5k the last Sunday in June, well, I ran the first mile and a half, I did a little of both walking and running the last mile and a half, it was hot out.

before

during

after

July:
~ Turned a year older
~ I went kayaking and chased some ducks.  It was fun, I can't wait to do it again!
~ played mini-golf, lost & got sunburned

August so far:
~  I've walked on the beach at sunset. it was lovely.
~ was able to hold the crow pose for like 5 seconds in yoga :)
~ finished a sock. 

so far so good :)
hope your summer is too

A love story of sorts

I couldn't let another anniversary go by without saying something.

That handsome devil at the top there, is my kitty Sirus, Si for short, 12 years ago today my now ex husband and I adopted him.  He was an early birthday present for our first year of marriage.  Apparently I am the kind of person who needs to have a cat, or so Dave told me.  Dave went to the shelter before he took me and scoped out the kitties, found Si, whose name at the time was Seal.  He brought me down to meet him and another couple was interested in him, luckily we got him first! He was an older cat, about 1 or 2 at the time and a complete love.  We took him home, and this is where the love story begins. 

I have always been Si's person and he has always been 'my' cat.  Meaning that Si was always in the same room as me, if he was asleep on the couch and I got up to go to on the computer, he would wake up and follow me.  At night, he would sleep on my pillow, well the top of it, with his paws on my head. Dave was actually a little jealous of this.  In fact that was one of the reasons he agreed to getting Lila, so that he could have his own cat. HA! Lila is very much her own cat, and my Si guys shadow.  She absolutely adores him and follows him EVERYWHERE, it's kinda cute. 

Si has been my faithful companion thru a lot, a divorce, 4 moves & more than a heartaches.  He is my heart. 

the first and last time we ever napped like this