Baby Surprise Jacket: Nearing the End
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but you'll need to forgive the george noise in the background and my pneumonia voice...
but you'll need to forgive the george noise in the background and my pneumonia voice...
My Baby Surprise Jacket is still stalled. Elizabeth isn't feeling well and I am absolutely terrible at all things spatial. Hence, I can't wrap my brain around what she's trying to tell me about picking up stitches. Stay tuned. The good thing is that we're both stubborn and we won't give up. I promise a new tutorial post soon and I know I still owe you a prize post. This is summer schedule boot camp week. I'm totally focused on making my kids do whatever I tell them as soon as I tell them establishing rhythm.
While I've been waiting for my brain to catch up with my fingers, I finished this sweater for Sarah. I spent hours--literally-- waiting for the ferry to go back and forth across the Potomac for soccer last weekend. Put the van in park, listened to a book on tape until I could bear it no more, and then listened to Scotty McCreery's "album" over and over again while I knit and knit and knit. About that book: I usually love Roald Dahl, but I could not bear to hear how the witches talked about children. It was making me physically ill. I never write negative reviews--usually I just say nothing if I have nothing good to say, but it brought tears to my eyes to have my kids hear this book. Maybe I'm overly sensitive. Or I just don't suspend disbelief enough to be unaffected by fantasy. Whatever, I'm not a fan.
I love the way this yarn behaved and I think the shirt is pretty poppy hug. The pattern runs small. I added eight extra stitches under the arms and it's still a bit snug, especially since I knit it for a layering piece for next fall and winter. Not much need for sweater hugs in Virginia in the summer. The heat index today was 105 degrees. I also tweaked it a bit at the bottom, finishing with a broken rib stitch. {Geez--I tweaked it. Sounds like curriculum;-)} Knitty gritty on Sarah's hug sweater on Ravelry.
I just sent Give them Grace: Dazzling Your Kids with the Love of Jesus to my Kindle. Haven't yet begun to read. I will admit here and now that I bought this book because of its title and cover. It just looks like something I would really love. And because it's on Kindle, it won't add to my house clutter.
Speaking of house clutter, I'm after it with reckless abandon this week, truly eradicating it from my house. I'm on a tear. And then, maybe I can think my way clear to write again. I once read that the best way to teach children how to be good writers was to teach them how to clean out and organize their closets. There is something to that. If you can't organize and get rid of the clutter, you can't write logically or edit well. At least that's what I'm telling my children.
Mary Beth has saved enough babysitting money to buy herself a brand new MacBook. This accomplishment has me bursting with pride. She went a little camera crazy this afternoon in order to have lots of pictures with which to christen her very own iPhoto. So the pics of my baby in a pretty poppy hug come to you from Mary Beth's Mac.
Now, I'm off to haul away another bag or two of stuff. And grab a hug or two of the kid kind.
Do go visit Ginny. That new baby is scrumptious.
{Elizabeth Foss' increases, using two stitch markers, knit front and back increases, and a knit stitch between the two increase stitches. My thanks to Ginny for talking me through this part. I couldn't reach Elizabeth DeHority, so Ginny and I talked it to death. In the end, these increases look just like the Chloe ones I know and love, so I settled comfortably into a very familiar pattern. -EF}
Hi there! I'm still knitting along with lots of friends, stitching a Baby Surprise Jacket.
Surprise! It's too big for my "baby." Looks like Karoline will wear this jacket before Sarah Annie does. That's just fine with me; I was sort of sad that when Sarah outgrew it, it would be relegated to the giveaways or to my hope chest. Now, two little girls will wear it (unless Karoline wears it out). Still investigating exactly what this means in terms of adapting the pattern. And trying not to hyperventilate.
I'm reading Mysteries of the Jesus Prayer, by Norris Chumley. This has been a bit of a serendipitous read. Before the book arrived, I was looking to settle into a rhythm of knitting and praying when I am away from my audio Bible. A little digression: when I was being treated for cancer, I discovered that I had just enough time while they zapped me with radiation to pray three Hail Marys, followed by imploring St. Elizabeth, mother of John the Baptist, to pray with me that I would be able to conceive, carry, bear, and raise healthy, happy, holy children. My third child born after those treatments, and first daughter, was named Mary Elizabeth. Ever since, I've keyed prayers to certain activities. For instance, I had different repetitious extamporaneous prayers for each of my labors.
My girls have all repeated the words, "in, around, through, off" as they've learned to knit--words that match the actions, marking motion with meaning. I have discovered that in exactly the time it takes me to knit a stitch, I can pray the ancient Jesus Prayer: "Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God,have mercy on me, a sinner." It fits just perfectly. It's rhythmic and contemplative and meaningful.There is an inner peace to be found in the rhythm of the prayers and the needles.
Chumley's book is a bit of a documentary in print, taking the reader to visits hermits and monks and nuns who share how the prayer is lived in their lives. The rich layers of the ancient prayer are revealed to the reader as they draw us into the practice of simple, simple prayer. Chumley writes, "The point is to try to maintain connection with God at all times, remembering that God is here with us at every moment. The practice of prayer and meditation helps us do that, uniting the inner core of our being, our soul, with God and with all the scattered parts of us."
Knitting and prayer. So simple.
Be sure to stop by and visit Ginny and see what other folks are knitting and reading.
I'm Elizabeth. I'm a happy wife and the mother of nine children. I grab grace with both hands and write to encourage myself and others to seize and nurture the joy of every day. I blog here with my daughter, Mary Beth, a wholehearted young lady on the brink of adulthood.
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