Bigger Than A Bread Box

This morning, as I was walking into the gym, it was raining. Hard. I had Juliet in my arms with the umbrella, Jillian was holding my hand and I had my messenger style purse/diaper bag slung over my head with the strap bisecting my boobs. We were walking as fast as possible for such a motley crew and when we got to the door, Jillian let go of my hand, ran up to the handicap button and pushed it so that the door would open. She got there just as an older woman, in her sixties or seventies I would guess, was approaching. Jillian pushed the button and then skipped towards the door in that strange, happy, toddler, bouncy way. The older woman looked at me, smiled as we went through the door and then waited and rode the elevator with us, during which the following occurred ...

Her: You have such beautiful girls.
Me: Thank you.
Her: You've been busy!
Me: Yah, they keep me on my toes.
Her: Yes, but you've been busy - they are so close together in age (Me thinking HOLY SHIT SHE IS TALKING ABOUT BABY SEX) and another on the way so soon.
Me, realizing she thinks I'm not only a nympho but a pregnant one no less: Oh! No! This is just an unfortunate shirt/purse/look.
Her: Noooo. Nothing looks unfortunate when you are expecting.
Me: No, uh, no baby, I'm not pregnant.
Her: OH! You're coming to workout. (LOOKS AT MY NOT A BABY GUT) Yes. I see.

Ugh people, ugh. I was on the way to workout. I was carting around two kids, an umbrella and a ginormo purse/diaper bag. Was it really necessary to call me a fat nympho?

Cold Feet

For the first time in ... an eternity, LB/Jillian is napping. I decided to make use of this time and notclean, notlaundry, notdishes and surf the internet. Actually, I first spent time alphabetizing our kids books. Seriously. I have problems. I only got one shelf done though. Which actually is so irksome that I, well, I can't even verbalize the irksomeness of it. I can state, however, that I will most likely be alphabetizing more books tonight. Such is the fast paced life I live. In any event, as I was surfing the internet, my feet became unacceptably cold. Conveniently, I had a pair of handknit socks sitting next to the computer. Not so conveniently, they had been sitting there for months waiting to be photographed and blogged. So, in the interest of having warm feet with minimal fuss, I pulled out the socks, gave them a good shake (dust), used my shirt to wipe the dust off of the corner of the desk, and snapped a few photos. Then I put them on, sat back down and here I am, sock shod and sassy!



The socks do not to lie flat, making them hard to photograph in a normal sock-like fashion (and also making me nervous that they were not actually going to fit on my feet). So I ended up folding them in a way that, for some admittedly weird reason, reminded me of maxipads.



I can't remember much about these socks. Except that I started them in May and was less than thrilled with the colors when working on them and noticed something hinky with the heel as I was going along. Said hinkyness might be why the socks don't sit sock like.

As an aside, it has been so long since I've blogged, I forgot what I called my kids on the blog. Many years ago [snort], I worked with nutjobs and wackados and total anonymity was important. Now, not so much. So I am using my kids' real names. If you'd like, I'll also give you my social security number, address, and home phone number (yes, I know, how passé, I have a home phone).



Yarn: C*EYE*BER Fiber, Vancouver Island sock coordinates
Needles: Addi Circs, size 2.5 mm (US 1) which are now M.I.A????
Pattern: Um... Toe up star toe, stockinette, short row heel, 2x2 rib cuff.
Time: No idea.
Care: Machine washable, gentle. Dry flat.