Monday, January 09, 2006

I don't like Mondays.

I finished Sebastian's bear this weekend. Well, almost. He still needs his nose, and I'm having a hard time figuring out what I'm going to do about that. I guess I'll have to dig around on the internet to find out a way to embroider a nose on a knitted bear.

In the meantime, Sebastian really doesn't give a hoot about the nose. This week at school, he's student of the week, and he insisted on hauling that poor noseless bear off to school with him to show the class. I hope the other kids don't make fun of him.

I'll try to pry it away from him today long enough to get a picture of the bear.

Not long ago, Sebastian always told me that knitting was for old people. I'm not really sure where he got that impression...perhaps from TV. He would be mortified to get off the bus and see me sitting on the ledge waiting for him, knitting a sock.

Recently though, he's discovered that my knitting is not so bad. Today, as we walked to the bus stop, he asked me when I was going to "cast off" his hooded pullover that I recently got the yarn for. I was kind of amused, because even though he meant "cast on" it showed me that he's starting to pay attention to what I've been doing. The bear and the pullover have certainly helped, but he's discovered an added bonus: winding yarn.

What I would almost consider child labor, he has decided is the most fun in the whole world. My son can set up a swift, latch the yarn winder to the table, and wind up the most perfect balls that I've ever seen, practically by himself. His little arm just cranks away at the winder, and he thinks it's the best thing in the world since Fruit Loops. Fine with me, I hate winding yarn, anyway.

So anyway, the bear is pretty much done. I shredded the crap out of the rainbow sock I was knitting. I tried to give the colors of the yarn a chance...I really did, but the more I knitted it, the more I hated it. I was all the way up to the instep when Phil glanced over at me and said, "What the fuck color is that?" and I knew right then that there was absolutely no one in my life that I hated enough to give socks to in this color. It's really hard to describe this yarn, but it's kind of like a bag of skittles vomited, only there's brown mixed in. A lot of brown.

It looked nice on my computer screen when I ordered it. :(

This weekend, our dryer croaked. I'm pretty sure that this is the same dryer that we moved from the old house to this house, so was pretty old, but it really pissed me off that it decided to bite the dust on the weekend that I had pretty much nothing planned but laundry, and on the first load to boot.

I hate buying appliances. It's such an overwhelming task for me. I went online to look at dryers, and it's amazing what they've come up with. Drying closets. Dryers that can dry like 30 pairs of jeans in the same time it takes for a load of laundry to be washed. Nice, but at those prices the dang things should come upstairs, retrieve my laundry, and wash it and fold it for me.

Sent Phil off alone into the wonderful world of appliances, his only instructions were to get the cheapest thing they had, and he did good. Turns out now, that the cheapest dryers out there are a lot nicer than the one we had before. Our new one has a drying rack that goes inside for shoes and such that shouldn't really be tumbled dry, but that I have no problem tumbling dry anyway :). There's also a buzzer, which our old one didn't have, and then a switch so you don't have to have the buzzer go off at the end of the cycle.

When you live in a household with a bird that can imitate the oven, the doorbell, the telephone and the microwave so well that he constantly has you running to check on them, the last thing you want is a dog gone dryer buzzer going off, too.

So today, I get to start by rewashing the load that sat in the old dryer all weekend while we pretended that we didn't need to go buy a new one, and then I can start on what I had planned to accomplish over the weekend.

In between that, I'll cast on for Sebastian's pull over.


Typical Monday. It's 9:30, and I'm ready for a nap.

1 comment:

Elle said...

Mondays definatly suck! I love your blog. I would love to learn how to knit. Keep writing.