Last post, I wrote about my intarsia sweater that I was determined to finish. Well, apparently, this fingering weight fair isle pushed itself ahead of the intarsia sweater and I finished that instead. That's why it's never a good idea to commit your knitting commitments in writing.
Here is my sweater on Ravelry. It is a Marie Wallin design. I love her patterns so much. Yes, my daughter is wearing it in a couple of pictures. I had to remind her frequently that I needed it right back as soon as I was done taking pictures of it.
You can read my pattern notes on Ravelry, but I don't feel like writing about knitting on here today.
Let's talk about the fall instead, and the new school year! I love fall. So much. I must make lots of soup and homemade bread. Yesterday I made homemade marshmallows. It was my third attempt in a week. Turns out, a candy thermometer really is essential to the making of marshmallows- who knew? We built a bonfire outside last week and sat around it with friends for hours. Sadly, that was the day that my marshmallow making attempts failed, so we had to roast store bought marshmallows that night. Next bonfire, I'm going to be ready, armed with the homemade kind.
Our coming weeks are pretty full of activities. Of course. Always. Next week, Cate and Grace are playing in a piano competition and Evie has a special performance at an elementary school with an orchestra! She is so excited about it that she journals about it every day in school. I have a four year old who begs me everyday to teach him how to read. So far I've tried to comply and squeeze it in. None of my kids have done preschool except for my firstborn, Cate, when I had nothing else to do with my time, haha. But Truman has been so eager, and even more than that, displayed so much readiness, that it's hard to resist him. Maybe once I do the basics with him he can teach himself the rest of the way. Sort of only kidding about that. He figured out how to write his name by himself, and actually writes it legibly, but he holds his pencil in the oddest way (self-taught, that's where bad technique comes from) and makes out each letter starting in the wrong spot and making me, his future handwriting teacher, cringe. Guess he needs some help, after all.
I wish you could hear Clementine sing "Hey Jude." Cutest thing, and I don't want to forget how she loves singing it. Also, the other day, she walked up to her big sister with a piece of bread in one hand and a stick of (unwrapped) butter in the other, asking Cate to fix her toast. I wonder how many things I've forgotten that the other kids did when they were little. Well, now I have a blog to record them.
Well, that's all I can think of to say today- I hope my writing isn't getting rusty from disuse. Maybe I will have more thoughts to share with you tomorrow, or in the coming week. Yes blog, I've missed you too, though apologizing for not writing is getting old. You'll not hear an apology from me- but hopefully this post is the inspiration I need to get writing again!