Kind of in that order.
Remember last week when I was saying there was nothing happening in my life and that was good? Yeah. Well. Stuff happened. Mainly health issues of family members, but there's a lot of it from different directions and I wanna crawl under my futon and not come out. (The husbeast calls this my hermit crab method of stress management.) I'd go into details, but members of my family like privacy, so... no blasting it out over the internet. (Privacy. Huh. Never heard of it.)
Anyway. I got up this morning, and found this on the couch:
And I was all ready to beat Sekhmet the cat into oblivion (I believe I even yelled "Sekhmet, you fucker!") when THIS happened:
So I'm not entirely sure the cat is to blame. Though judging from past behavior, I'm willing to blame both of them.
The Baby followed this up with learning how to climb on the couch, and bouncing up and down on it (caught here in action), reducing my day to pulling her off the couch, off the hearth, out of the toy basket, out of the shelves in the entryway...
In the midst of everything, I knit a swatch out of Really Ugly Sock Yarn (created by dumping all the leftover dye at the end of the day onto a lump of yarn) and cast on for a sock... isn't that proper knitter stress management? Knitting a sock?
The Ugly Socks are preparation and practice, after which I will knit myself some Really Pretty Socks with the OTHER yarn I dyed. It's an aqua dip dye. I love it.
Anyway, The Baby is now banished to her crib after a morning of raising hell, and I am off to knit something - anything.
STEEK ALONG INFORMATION:
We've got one person up to the arm pits on their jacket. How is everyone else coming?
Cindy, if you're willing to wait for a few folks to catch up, I will post the next steps here. If you're on fire and wanna do the sleeves NOW, e-mail me and I'll send you the directions.