FOto Friday, March 28, 2008

Here's what my 6yo son's been working on over spring break:


Wii made from Lego. Inspired by a YouTube video.

The Walk-Through Paper Trick was not as impressive as I'd hoped. I need to find a better audience.


Maybe if I try it in 3D. Oh, wait.

We got two more inches of snow overnight. This weather can take a flying leap. I like snow... IN THE WINTER.


Pretty shadow.


Daffodils: We're here! It's spring, everybo... What the heck?

Baby J's Bib O'Love


Jumped off from MDK's Baby Bib O'Love - garter border with creamy stockinette center and reverse stockinette "J". Now I need to make one with an N - a much trickier letter to graph (maybe - think fearless!). Subversive Knitting has a great tutorial on single-crochet edging. It was quick and easy and I will do it again! It really helped tie the bib together since the straps were a different color than the main bib part. I might even give this to the intended recipient. Yarn: Sugar n'Cream in random colors.

Baby J is also supposed to get a quilt, which is actually cranking along pretty well and is at the sandwich stage.

Oh, and a Mystery FO! I finished my scarf for the MMRA&SE! I love how it turned out. I'll try to get a couple photos before I send it off to the frozen north.

A couple weeks ago I dropped a bomb here about my marriage, then switched to radio silence on the topic. Well, it's official, kinda. He's decided to move out. It's been a long time coming, actually. I was not completely shocked, and even the kids seem to be doing pretty well. Not sure where it will all end up, but I'm trying to get my papers and finances in order so I can be as prepared as I can be for whatever comes next. So that's that. This is not going to turn into "Tinky McSeparated" or anything, but thought you might appreciate the update.

"Knit On, Through All Crises" - EZ

In my last real post, I mentioned some family stuff that I was going to blog about when I could do it justice. Well, doing it justice might never come, so I'm just posting it now.

While we were on vacation, my grandmother died. She was 97.

She was born and raised in Michigan, about an hour from where I live now, but had moved to Albuquerque, NM about 30 years ago after my granddad died.

Gramma took care of my mom and me when we were both too young to take care of ourselves, she introduced me to Snoopy and "angel wing" cookies, and everyone who knew her knew she was wonderful. (And my mom was right - she did make the best nut rolls! I had forgotten all about them.)

There was a small service in Albuquerque, then another up here last weekend as she was buried next to my granddad.

The hardest part was seeing her name on the funeral home sign. I never think the person in the casket looks like the person I knew, so to see her name on the sign made it all too real.

Grief is so individual. Some people grieve on the inside, some very publicly. Some don't seem to grieve at all, then fall apart months later.

I have a feeling that, as far as my grandmother goes, I'll be falling into that last category. Because as hard as it is to lose a grandparent, other things are happening that are hitting much close to home. Things I can't handle alone.

One big thing, actually.

My marriage might be over. After a long and difficult 17 years, my husband has finally done something that I am not willing to pretend didn't happen. He, however, is not willing to apologize, explain, or even discuss it. Not yet anyway. It's been a week and I am beginning to lose all hope for reconciliation.

I really hate to put this out so publicly. I know I am not exactly a Famous Blogger (quite the opposite), but as we all have seen in the PSAs, once you post something on the web, you can't unpost it.

Howevern, I need all the support I can get, even if it's from people I've never met in person. And I feel I owe an explanation for what is sure to be even shoddier blog coverage in the coming weeks/months.

The best remedy so far? Miles and miles of soothing, simple garter stitch.

"Knit on, through all crises." - Elizabeth Zimmerman