And the husbeasts who buy them.
When I got pregnant, I swore I would NOT NOT NOT turn into the type of mother who tells everyone in hearing all the gory details of their child's potty training. So I'm not gonna.
I'm gonna bitch about the motherfucking princess potty.
The husbeast went out and bought this damn thing (though he didn't pay near that ridiculous price for it) when we started the inevitable process with the Gooob. Can he get something servicable? NO. He gets something full of princesses and pink plastic with glitter. So not only do I have to deal with the usual issues of accidents and the constant questions about bodily functions, no, I ALSO HAVE TO DEAL WITH SCREAMING TEMPER TANTRUMS BECAUSE I WON'T LET HER PLAY WITH THE PRINCESSES. She wants to drag the damn thing all over the house. I'm making her leave it in the bathroom.
Fucking princess potty. There oughta be a law.
Due mostly to the above issue, I've been knitting on the zen sweater as if my life depended on it. Zen good. Zen so good, I may knit another one when I'm done with this. I finished up the body (to the arm pits) and am now halfway up one of the sleeves:
If I can squeeze both sleeves out of this ball of yarn (and things are looking good), I will have enough yarn to knit this in one color, and can do a raglan, which is what I want. We'll see. This knitting has gone so smoothly and wonderfully, I'm considering dumping the Newgrange idea for my mother-in-law's Christmas sweater (this is how it always goes, when it comes to doing my own designs), and instead spinning some of this fiber and knitting something more Zen-like from White Lies Designs. I'm quite attracted to the jacket shown on the home page, and think it would look good in a tweed similar to the peacock stuff I'm knitting now, except maybe in shades of brown and coral.
This means if and when I ever get to Newgrange, I can keep it for myself.
Still not sure what I'm gonna do, I'm going to finish the Zen sweater and the Russian prime are done before I make a decision. Maybe I can knit my father-in-law's sweater while I'm thinking about it.
Anyway. Zen knitting, good. Princess potties, bad.