Eggs of a different sort

Happy Easter! While the past couple of days have been all about eggs (boiled, dyed, chocolate, plastic, etc.), I have a new and exciting kind of egg in my life. Check these out:

My dear, sweet, talented husband made each of these items. Of course, he made them on his new lathe that **ahem** I suggested he buy. Some might accuse me of having an ulterior motive especially since everything he's made so far has been for moi. But I'm above that sort of finger-pointing and eye-rolling.

In case you were wondering what all this woody goodness is about, the two objects on the right are sock darning eggs. With the increased wearing of hand-knit socks around here, they will be put to good use very soon. The forked object on the left is a lucet. It's used to braid cord from yarn. You never know when you might need cord. made of yarn. shut up.

Anyway, I've been getting a little bit of knitting done over the holiday. Not as much as I'd like. But one must periodically stop to do things like:

1) decorate bunny cookies with florescent sprinkles.

2) mediate disputes over who gets to eat the head of the ginormous chocolate bunny that my son won in the Easter egg hunting contest. with a broken arm. He's got skills.


"The Professor" is at least 18 inches tall . . . for now.

3) and make black (???) paper chains for an Easter dinner party being planned by the kids.

I hope they are cooking because I've eaten waaaaay too many jelly beans today to be functional. (the violent sugar-induced mood swings have been kinda fun, though)

Well, hope you are having a nice holiday. And check your socks for holes. I can help.

Speaking of favorite colors . . .

Yesterday I revealed that my favorite color, generally speaking, is green. This morning at the breakfast table, my youngest son made a similar revelation. He’s four and LOVES coloring with markers. But he comes home from daycare most days with marker ink in his eyebrows. Yes, eyebrows.

Yesterday he actually came home with clean eyebrows. But this morning, I noticed that he was displaying a lovely shade of blue (probably from his coloring session right before bedtime).

So I asked him:

“Honey, why do you have blue marker in your eyebrows this morning?”

He responded:

“Because blue is my favorite color.”

Well, okay.

So in honor of his favorite, let’s take a little peek-a-loo at some of the blue yarns in my stash.

First up, here’s a recently started crocheted chevron scarf in the drop-dead gorgeous Malabrigo lace yarn. The colorway is “Oceanos”.

I can’t pull my eyes away from this yarn. It’s mesmerizing. And so soft. If you’ve never tried this stuff, you must.

Now, oddly enough, I have almost no completely blue yarns in my stash. Probably because I love lots of different colors in my yarns. But here are a few of my mostly blue yarns.

This is Yarn Pirate merino/tencel in the “Icicle” colorway. It was a club colorway. I’m thinking of making the Montego Bay Scarf out of this.

Next is another skein of Wollmeise in the “Vincent” colorway. I wish the blue were a little deeper in this skein, but it is still gorgeous. Not sure what it will be when it grows up. We shall see.

Finally, here’s another skein of Yarn Priate BFL in the “Solstice” colorway. I love this yarn. I started a pair of socks for my mom with this, but I don’t like how it’s working up. It may become a cowl. It has a lovely feel to it.

Well, hope I didn’t make you too “blue” today. Okay. That was admittedly lame. I need a latte.

Pinched by a leprechaun

So yesterday was St. Patrick’s Day. It’s usually my favorite, no obligations kinda holiday. And my favorite color is green. But after the last few days, I feel like the leprechauns did a number on me. The past week was filled with those minor annoyances that, standing alone, are easily brushed off. But this week I was dog-piled by the chaos goddesses. I had a week of dead car batteries, sinus infections, missed one year-old birthday parties (my favorite kind), and this:

My son broke his arm in a basketball game. It’s not a bad break and should be healed in time for his piano recital. But still, he’s my baby, and it hurt.

With the true spirit of a nine-year old, he selected a green cast in honor of St. Patrick’s Day. And we were rewarded with a visit from a rowdy group of leprechauns that snuck into our house and made all kinds of mischief. Like this:

Eeewwwww. That’s green leprechaun pee.

They also opened all the cabinet doors and drawers in the kitchen. Luckily, there was no major damage, and they left us a pile of chocolate coins.

So, I'm moving on, hoping for a better week. But I remain stimulated by all the green, and I’m craving something green to knit. Perhaps I’ll cast on with this lovely green silk from Sundara ("Evergreen over Lime"):

Or maybe this Fleece Artist Merino Sock in "Rainforest":

Or even this hurt-your-eyes bright green from Wollmeise ("Lowenzahn").

And then there’s this Hazel Knits Artisan Sock in "Greenlake"?

Nummy. Nothing like a little stash-diving to soothe rustled nerves. I just hope the leprechauns didn’t mess with my knitting needles.

Fred's turn

Ain't he handsome?

This is Colonel Frederick Augustus Olds (1853-1935), the founder of the North Carolina Museum of History. He's another one of the bronze statues that greet me on my walk to and from the office. One of his buddies was the recent model for my alpaca scarf. Fred was hurt by this. I could tell. He just had this look.

So to make it up to him, I let him model my new cowl. It was a spontaneous cast-on. I have been DYING to use this yarn for something. It's sock yarn but there were just too many socks in the queue for me to get to it soon enough.


Pattern: Pasmina Cowl from Last Minute Knitted Gifts
Yarn: Sundara sock yarn, colorway "Teal over Conch"
Needles: US 4 circular

This was a super simple pattern. And sometimes you need a neck warmer that's not as fiddly as a scarf. And I cannot tell you how much I love Sundara's yarn. She has a gift for layering colors that I have yet to find elsewhere. This colorway is one of her limited edition colors meaning it will not be repeated. Shucks.

Nummy.


Now I just need to find something for her to model. She's already pouting.