Consider the Squash

I'm pretty sure the radio program I've been listening to is something along the lines of Melancholy Music Hour. Yeesh. And doesn't my butternut look kinda sad?

How about something colorful and cheerful?



Eh. Grey, grey, grey. At least I swatched for the do-over. Blocked the swatches even. Progress.

Gauge Smage, A Cautionary Tale In Pictures

Ginormous. And it hasn't even been blocked. Um, can you say do over?

Hello Handsome

He's tall. He's dark (grey). He's handsome. He has five drawers. My valentine:



Vintage Steelcase. Mmmm. He's in amazing shape for being 50-ish. He was picked up for a song at the University surplus store. So much nicer than the cheapo file cabinet we had before moving (and so much sturdier). I kinda have a thing for old Steelcase office furniture. I don't miss much about going in to the office every day, but I do miss my round-edged, formica-topped, tank of a Steelcase desk.

You know what you can file in a file cabinet? Paper. And the last paper in the file cabinet? The end paper. Ugh. Worst segue ever. But, hey, Endpaper Mitts- done! Blocked and everything.



Do you see all my mistakes? I do. While I'm really glad I tackled these bad boys and they will be very nice to have when I get Cold Mouse Hand while working, they are not my best work. For one thing, I chose two yarns with really different thicknesses (I think they are very similar weights, but the brown has a tighter twist to it). My tension at the sides around the false seam is grotesque and the increases for the thumb are pretty awful. On the other hand, I'm no longer terrified of colorwork, so I declare the Endpapers an overall success. Huzzah.

Already on the needles is what appears to be a big knot:



but will hopefully with aggressive blocking, become Gretel. And then it's back on the train to Sweaterville with the Tilted Duster.

Shhhh

There's a ridiculously cute two year old asleep in his cage* in my bedroom. Do not wake him up. At least not until his father and my husband return from guitar shopping**. After moving back close enough to all of the nephews and niece to occasionally cover babysitting duty, I understand the importance of The Nap.

We also managed to move back to the land of weather in time for the snowiest winter in a long, long time:




The air conditioner will never again look as cute and marshmallow topped as this:



Ah winter, how I kind of missed you, but now that we're back not so much.

The knitting? Uh... Endpapers need some serious blocking action and Gretel is on the needles in grey Manos. But no pictures. Lame, I know.

*Also called a "pack and play", but really?

**That's guitar window shopping actually. The two year old declared that he was staying home with me and not going with the guys because shopping is for girls. Um.