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The many vomits we have known ~ 2006-12-19
Hello my pretties.
So, the last few days in the Bookish Household have been filled with vomit. Not by me or by Rob. But by just about everyone else.
See this sweet face
She is evil, pure evil. She swiped a bag of chocolate chips (actually a half of a bag of the really big wholesale bags) AND a bag of sugar and consumed them on Thursday afternoon.
Action: Evil dog eats chocolate (which is lethal to some dogs),
Reaction: Dog pukes up a storm,
Reaction: Robby gets to clean it up.
Reaction: Dog meet vet, vet meet dog, Bookish Family meet poverty.
Three hours and $200 later (Merry Christmas Honey!) the dog has a stomach filled with charcoal (which apparently acts to slow the absorption of the lethal chemical) and is resting uncomfortably in the back of our vehicle as we race against time in fear of her barfing it all up again. Apparently this charcoal is tricky stuff as it stains like a mofo, as in, won’t ever come out stains. We’re, oh maybe, 2 miles from our house and this Evil Dog empties $200 worth of a vet visit onto our backseat where it will stay ingrained in our memory and our upholstery forever.
A half hour later I am picked up by Jackie and whisked away to YarnPants heaven. Others tell the story here and here. I too got a shirt (the one with the flying Dot, I love it!). I won’t be able to wear until next year but Smarty has (*finally*) been put into service.
have consumed an entire loaf of bread, a box of cereal, AND rolls of toilet paper! These previously docile and obedient dogs are climbing onto COUNTERS and TABLES to retrieve these treats. We soon discover that the cats seem to have gotten some action two because there is cat vomit all over our office – THE ONLY ROOM IN THE HOUSE WITH CARPET!
Feel. My. Pain. in the ass. I can’t bend over so much. I am sore from cleaning out the car the night before. We have about an hour before our favorite 20 month old, N, comes over for a slumber party (her first one, we are honored, thrilled, and justcan’twait).
Miraculously we get things in order before the sweet girl arrives. Sharp objects are stored, knitting is hidden, and all loose hand guns are put away. (N’s a grabby little girl.)
We eat, we build forts, we read books, we laugh. Bedtime comes and we slowly brush our teeth (read: play in the bathroom sink), change our diaper, and start to get ready for bed. I am with N helping her dress into her PJ’s when she turns into a veritable fountain of half digested stomach contents. Not wanting to move her for fear of spreading the molten lava I speak calmly and let her know she’s alright and that I’m alright and that she should most certainly just let it happen ALL OVER ME, as I am sitting at her feet holding her. She is scared (to the best of her memory it’s the first time she’s ever gotten sick) and the dogs are interested and Rob is AVOIDING THE ROOM.
Mount Vesuvius stops and I am able to get her into her extra pair of PJs and I hand her to Rob who reads her stories in the other room while I clean up. I check on them later and N is happy and chatty and fine. No fever. Nothing. Rob questions the return policy on the pregnancy prodigy. I laugh. Oh, how only the fool laughs.
N goes to sleep. One hour later the volcano erupts again.
When all is said and done we have each gone through 4 pairs of PJ’s (I stopped changing at some point) and countless towels and blankets. It’s midnight when her parents come to get her (they, bless them, were out of touch for AN HOUR, is this what it is to have children?!). The poor thing is sick and exhausted and done. with. us. In fact, at one point during the night she would only go to Rob. She must have been convinced that I was the cause of her misery. I began to think I was.
We are still trying to figure out the meaning of all this. The many vomits we have known. And really, what is the return policy on babies and dogs and cats? Can we send ours back? Maybe just for a few years. Until the world finds a cure for vomit?
In the end, N is fine. She has contracted the Norovirus and (thankfully) we did not get it. This is in spite of me finishing all of her half eaten pizza bits during our dinner earlier in the night. (What? She was done, I was hungry, I’m eating for two over here!) Her parents were not as lucky. They both got it. They, obviously, know nothing of this return policy.
Knitting for Others ~ 2006-12-13
I have been really itching to knit a sweater for myself. I just don’t really see the point. There are holiday knits to be completed and cute baby bookish knits to be made. I am so huge at this point it’s hard to imagine a time when I would be able to fit into a knit sweater for myself. I am also REALLY. HOT. all the time. I swear, this is like nothing I have ever experienced. I am normally a cold natured person so this is especially interesting for me. Wool sweaters are not my friends right now.
Sure, I have Smarty to fit and cloth. But some days I just miss my old body and watching her stand there all smug in one of my sweaters just isn’t fun. Exactly how a headless dummy exudes smugness is beyond me – but she does!
To celebrate those thing that are beautiful and never seen here:
A shawl/scarf that I made for my Mom, Yarn picked out by her ages ago. It’s Cherry Tree Hill Baby Loop Mohair in Winterberry. The pattern was a free pattern that came with the yarn (purchased at New York Knits, a LYS near my parent’s house). It’s a really simple knit that went fast. I purchased a scarf pin at New Hampshire Sheep and Wool and sent it off to my Mom as a birthday/mother’s day/christmas/oh-what-ever present. (Have you ever sent these. The gifts that really have no occasion, yet fulfill every occasion?!)
In other news….
Melanie is sick AND she knit this incredible hat for Baby Bookish. I cried when I saw it. Thanks Melanie.
Old projects ~ 2006-12-11
Elisa emailed yesterday to ask for details on a project Rob and I completed months ago. It made me realize that I hadn’t yet posted about it!
Rob and I are both homebodies. We like being in our home. We like our home, our dogs, our cats, and each other. Lucky kids. We also do not have a lot of money to spend on nights out, especially in a city like Boston where the little things (like beer and food) add up quickly. However, we get bored. There are only so many board games, tv shows, movies, and internet sites out there and there are times when we get all home-bodied out. Luckily we are both creative people and enjoy the art and mind of craft. So, we get creative to combat the boredom!
Rob had made some graphic t-shirts for Christmas Gifts last year. The method was one I believe we saw online, but he very well may have come up with it himself. He used a gauzy type of material and an embroidery hoop and essentially created a silk-screen. The t-shirts turned out pretty great but it was pretty labor intensive. Really labor intensive. After he had finished these I made it my mission to seek out alternative ways.
Earlier this year I came across the Freezer Paper Stencil threads over at Craftster and saw some stunning examples of the technique on some craft blogs. I figured this was something that Rob and I could do with minimal amount of frustration. This is always a concern when you craft to relax and have fun, not to drive yourself bonkers. Also incredibly difficult to accomplish when you have two perfectionists working together. Alas, I promptly forgot this fab idea until one of my favorite nerds-in-crime posted about her foray into the world of fabric paint and stencils.
My passion sparked and the thought of another night of boredom motivated. So, one faithful Friday I trekked out to a local art supply store (this was back when I could walk blocks and blocks without having to sit and rest every four steps) for some provisions.
I purchased an exacto-knife (no idea why we didn’t have one of these already) and fabric paint in yellow, red, and blue (these could be mixed to make other colors). That’s it. Everything else we had at home! (I use Freezer Paper when I make soap so we had a stock of it already).
What a fun project. It makes your brain hurt a bit but the results are so fun. You have to think a bit abstractly about the image your using to know if it will really work the way you want it to. The whole negative space thing was hard for me the first few times. It took a couple of tries to get the stencils cut out right. However, we had so much fun doing it.
We focused mostly on stuff for the babe. This was before we knew the sex so everything had to be gender neutral. Melanie had gifted me some cute white t-shirts, these were the base of the project. Here are the designs we came up with.
Every Baby needs a Brown’s Helmet
Some project notes for posterity:
- It’s much better to do lots of thin layers of paint – less bleeding
- Printing straight to the freezer paper is a lot faster and easier
- Red is not so great – it bleeds during washing…
- Elephants, while cute, should not be Red lest they remind you of a certain political party that you tend to not get along with.
Dorks Anon ~ 2006-12-06
I have to agree – Chad is the bigger dork and me!Â Juli, my best friend and Chad’s wife, was the picture taker.Â And, if I know Juli, she had some input to these as well.Â Apparently they made a video of Trudy in the centrifuge.Â Alas, the video has since been lost so we shall all have to imagine the sight.
I have found some Kidsilk Haze to finish Pinky Pinkers.Â My girl Kellee has dug some out of her stash and, despite our close geographic proximity,Â is mailing 2 balls my way.Â No idea what I’ll do with two balls but who am I to deny a mohair hater?Â Speaking of Kellee, have you all had a look-see at the insanity that is the inner workings of her psyche?Â You must see how she has taken Sudoku and Afghan knitting to a whole new level.
In other news…
- I have two back issues of IK that I need to unload.Â I have double copies for some reason.Â They are:Â Spring 2005 and Spring 2006. Â Anybody want them?Â First come, first served.Â I promise it won’t take me eight years to mail it to you.
- I had to buy new bras – again.
- We have officially entered the third trimester.Â I am at 29 weeks.Â Only four months to go.Â Little known fact about pregnancy – you are actually pregnant for 10 months.Â 40 weeks.Â 10 months.Â Don’t let anyone tell you differently.Â They lie to get you knocked up.
- Did you know that the baby currently pees inside of me?Â There are no words.
- Non-pregnancy news?Â There is none.Â This is what I do now – be pregnant, visit heart doctors, and clean my house.Â It’s really been a slooooowww fall/winter around here.Â Haven’t decided how I feel about this yet.
Trudy ~ 2006-12-04
Do you all remember Trudy the Tetrahymena? Well, she loves her new home with Chad. Apparently she is a big help around the lab. Chad was nice enough to send some pictures to let us know what she’s up to (I just have to note that I love Chad and the fact that he is, possibly, a bigger nerd than I….it’s a close race but he may have just pulled ahead).
Enjoy this rare look into the life of a Knitted Tetrahymena.
What a life, huh?!
I went through the desert on a cat with no name ~ 2006-12-02
(psst – that’s one of Cara’s flower pictures)
Meet – Cat with no Name!
Started: 11/06, Finished: 11/06
Color: Graphite (625, lot 1862)) and Drift (614, lot 3153)
Needles: Size 6 Bamboo
Gauge: Knit flat, post block – 4.5 sts/in and 6.3 rows/in
Pattern: Cat, Rabbit, and Teddy Bear Pattern in Natural Knits for Babies and Mom by Louisa Harding
Modifications: Used a different yarn than the called for – however, it’s a toy – it doesn’t really matter what you use!
Notes: This pattern was quick and easy. The second that I have knit from this book (The first was the Kai Cable Sweater). I love this little kitty – it will serve has Baby’s first toy and hopefully a playmate.
I may go back and change the nose color as it’s a bit hard to see. Maybe if I outline it in cream?
The yarn was awesome. I love it. Itâ€™s the second time I have used it. The first time was on a long ago gifted baby sweater.
I knit this up using US 7′s to get a tighter fabric. I’m glad I did as this baby is stuffed to the gills!
The little scarf was knit up with waste yarn (Rowan Chunky Print). Every high flying cat needs a scarf.