Undaunted

The little one has worn that finshed sweater twice. Both times under protest.

Really. I head toward her, saying "Let's put your sweater on and go outside!" and she starts shrieking, "No! Nooooooo! Jackie! [jacket]"

Put her jacket on, she's happy as a clam. Little twerp. I am currently hunting a More Deserving toddler for sweater-wearing duties. It has crossed my mind that it may be the hood that the jacket has that moves it past the sweater, but she's so overt in her loathing that I'm certainly not in the mood to knit her a new sweater any time soon.

Nevertheless, I have more sweaters yet to make, so I am this far into the next one:


Top down raglan, Knitpicks Merino Style, overdyed with orange Koolaid. Cable from Vogue Stitchionary 2: Cables. I think they call them Winding Road. I also made the neck opening too small and so will be carefully picking it out and going out about three rounds larger.

I had high hopes this weekend of knocking out a large part of this sweater. However, Thing 2 had other plans. She's increasingly jealous of her older sister's ability to go out in the world and make money (notice it's not her mother's money-making ability that she's envying. Smart girl.) So I told her that there were things around the house she could do to make money.

"Take those stored clothes bins upstairs. If you (who, I did not add, messed them up in the first place) would sort them by size and separate them neatly, I'd pay you."

Off she (tailed by Thing 3) ran. Soon, they came back downstairs and I heard much moving of stuff.

"What are you doing?"

"We're moving all of our clothes up there! There's a lot of clothes in there that fit me!"

Notice, here, how a straightening job has morphed into a clothes shopping expedition, compounded by removing all of the neatly stored clothes from two bedrooms and putting them upstairs where it is never what I would call "neat."

I spent all weekend undoing. The bins are now neat, but Thing 2 didn't actually make any money. I should have charged her.