Saturday, January 31, 2015

No, thanks, Mom.

Remember the snow socks I made for Dollface? I didn't check to be sure the yarn could be washed, and it is hand-wash only...I made the offer of washing them for her, when needed, but she is too afraid of shrinking them to take the socks. I don't know whether to be sad at the gift deferred, or happy that she so respects the gift that she feels unworthy. Either way, looks like I have a new pair of really warm socks

Now, to find superwash sport or DK for her and Snake, and maybe I'll still make a second pair of these for Sweetie! After all, I do the laundry in the pretty house, so I know he will wear! In the meantime, however, I am going to knit for people who can't talk (yet), in soft, easy-care yarn. My knitting time has been limited, so it's taken me nearly a week, but this 5-hour sweater is almost done. Hopefully the baby who receives it will enjoy wearing it!

We'll never know, will we? lol! Maybe her mommy will tell...

This is a busy weekend, so I'm cutting it short here. I hope that your feet are warm, that you are staying healthy, and that you have found some joy in your January! (Let's hope that groundhog is good to us on Monday!)

Thanks for stopping by, and Knit in Good Health!

Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Sweater, Sweater, Mitts!

I think it's a little like "Duck, Duck, Goose!"...for knitters...right?!? Let's play!

Sweater (baby owls on a baby sweater!)...

Sweater (dog sweater on the cat...but not "on" the cat...she would not approve, and I am not that brave)...

Mitts! (I've seen them before, but not alongside little sister's sweater!)...

Sweaters and mitts, so I won't have fits, when it's brutally cold outside (temps ranged from 0-7°F on my drive into work this morning...brrrr!)

Now that I am back inside, safely (and warmly) at my desk, I'd better stop blogging and get to work! I hope that you are warm, wherever today takes you!

Thanks for stopping by, and Knit in Good Health!

Saturday, January 24, 2015

The rest of the story...flexibility

I mentioned on Wednesday that I've had to be flexible lately, and that has not changed. My boss was recently hospitalized, then diagnosed with stage 3 lung cancer (no, he never smoked...not a single cigarette, ever). As you might imagine, this means a few more hours for me in the office, and (because I am the secretary of my church) out of the office, too. I am totally ok with that, but it has left me less time to knit and to blog. And again, I am ok with that. There is still knitting, but I tend to go for simpler, quicker projects these days, like fingerless gloves for my favorite 3-year-old:

If you are the praying kind, please pray for my boss, Tim. He is my minister, friend, mentor, boss, and brother in Christ, and one of the most extraordinary men I have ever known. And pray for our church members and leaders. Many have taken on extra responsibilities, most unpaid, to keep things up and running, and many are simply so stunned by the news that they aren't sure what to do next. There have been many days in the last two weeks that I have been unsure of what to do next, so I just keep going...praying and knitting to get through the uncertainty of what comes next. The owl-y baby cardigan I've been working on is a little more complicated, and it reminds me that I know "Who?" holds the future of all of it.

Thank you, in advance, for your prayers and good thoughts. Thanks for being a reader of the blog, and for keeping up with what's going on in my pretty knitty life. Thanks for your understanding if the blog happens along late, or short, or not at all in the next few weeks. Finally, thanks for stopping in to read the blog today, and each week.

Knit in Good Health.

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Being Flexible...

My week, so far, has been all about flexibility. If only I were as flexible as Peanut...

Even so, I have memories of Sweet Pea baby snuggles,

and new hats for Big Girls

to keep me going! I am sure that I will tell you about our recent trip to see the grandkids (Did you see that? It's plural now!), but for now, this is all I've got. I guess I'll just take one more moment to distract you with BABY TOES!!!

I hope that you are finding time to knit and to breathe in two-thousand-fifteen! Thanks for stopping by, and Knit in Good Health!

Saturday, January 17, 2015

I'm Outta Here!

So, my son sent me this photo, and he said, "Open arms waiting for a hug." 

and I have finished a sweater for those arms...

...a sweater with mitten and hot cocoa buttons.

Do I really need to say anything else? 

You know where I'll be, and I'll tell you all about it when I have more pictures to share. Thanks for stopping by, and Knit in Good Health!

Wednesday, January 14, 2015

Stuck in the Middle (of the week)

This has been an interesting week. I haven't made it to see Sweet Pea in person (yet), but there are plans afoot. Still it's only just mid-week, and most of our visits happen on for now, how about I show you some knitting? :)

First up, a finished cardigan for a sweet little miss...

Not one of my granddaughters, but a dear friend at church. She was also the recipient of the stripey socks you saw last Wednesday! I know it's big for her now, but I can't wait to see these little buttons on that sweet baby!

And then another cardi on the needles! This one for a young man (very young, at age one!) at church that I never did get around to knitting a newborn size for...Who? is it for?

Yes, I just love that cabled owl motif! I've put it center back, at the waist, and I'm also carrying it up next to the button bands. There aren't many pics yet, but that one is a pretty good representation of how the knitting makes me feel...warm and cozy, with a hot cuppa joe at the ready on a cold winter's day!

There was more, but I've been lax with the photos lately. Maybe I can make up for that on Saturday. In any case, thanks for stopping by for your mid-week "Pretty fix," and Knit in Good Health!

Saturday, January 10, 2015

Ohhh, Baby!

It'll be a few days until I get to see this cutie in person, but may I introduce you to the newest addition to the Pretty family? Here she is, Sweet Pea!

Born on Wednesday, and already has Mork,


and Peanut wrapped around her little finger!

All that's left is the baby knitting, and you'd better believe that I am on it! Can't wait to show you some new things, but for now, here's an old hat on a very new, very sweet little head!

So thrilled to be a Gramma again! Loving her from afar, and planning that next trip...

Thanks for stopping by to see Sweet Pea! Enjoy the rest of your knitting weekend, and Knit in Good Health!

Wednesday, January 7, 2015

30 Toes, and more!

So, I was perusing Facebook, and I saw this photo (by JadieFoto) of some socks I had knit for friends who were expecting (those middle toes came into the world just before Christmas):

What else can you say but, "Awwwww! So adorable!"
(By the way, I've seen more of her photos, too...she's great! If you live near me, click that JadieFoto link, and check her out for your photo needs...)

Then, if you look at the bottom of this photo, you'll see some bigger toes! 

No, wait, you won't...because I've finally finished Snake's afghan! It is very long and thin, but then, so is he...which makes this a perfect fit! I started this mitered square number in December 2013, so I am glad to finally have it out of my wips, and onto the FO side of things...Happy January Birthday, Snake!

Now, considering that I should have a second granddaughter by the end of this week (Sweet Pea is on her way very soon, we all hope!), I'd better get busy with the baby knitting! Baby knitting is good for waiting, because it's fun to see things fly from my fingers, and it's fast!

What's flying from your fingers so far this year? 

Thanks for stopping by to see the stripe-covered piggies! I hope that your resolutions are still holding up, and that you will Knit in Good Health throughout 2015!

Saturday, January 3, 2015

Pray First, Pay Later

First of all, Happy 2015! I hope that this year brings more of what you're looking for, and less of what you're not, and I hope that you will Knit in Good Health! I also hope that you will find the time to foster relationships and be kind. Kindness doesn't take much time, but kindness changes lives, in as little as 17 minutes...
It was just 17 minutes. A little more than a quarter of an hour. A little less than a third. It was a tiny portion of my day, but God had me there for a reason. I'm so glad I didn't miss it...

I went to Office Max on Friday morning, a not so unusual start to my work day. While I was there, waiting for a 24 x 36, color poster print job to process, I noticed an old man...he was also waiting for a print job. The clerk waiting on us was new-ish to the job (less than 3 months, he had told me a bit earlier), and he seemed to be having a difficult time communicating with the old man, but I kind of just ignored it. I was sitting in a nearby chair, keeping an eye on the poster as it printed, and checking Facebook on my phone.

Then, my poster came off the printer, and the clerk called me back to the desk to pay. The old man was in the way, and he showed no signs of moving, but I wasn't in a big hurry. I did not try to rush him, just stood quietly next to him as he collected himself and some papers into the file folder in front of him. The clerk seemed a little antsy, but he caught my eye, gestured to the credit card reader and mouthed the words, "No hurry. Whenever you're ready." The old man and I were currently his only customers.

I knew that his print job was none of my business, but the old man turned to me and said sheepishly, through an accent I couldn't place (Polish I think), "I'm so sorry. I will get out of your way. It's just that I have to get this done for my funeral at 2 o'clock." He pointed to the folder. "My wife died last week, and there is so much to do today..." At this, I looked more closely at the folder, still open, where I saw a color photo of his wife and the words to How Great Thou Art and another hymn taped in place, along with a shaky, hand-written obituary on the right side of the page. He just kept looking down at the folder.

"I'm sorry," I said, placing a hand on his shoulder. He looked up at me, and his eyes welled with tears. 

"57 years!," he replied, with pride in his voice. "She was 93 years old, and I took care of her. No," he paused, "we took care of each other. We lived through World War II, we traveled to 48 states. I loved her with all that I am, and now I am alone." At this, he motioned with a weathered index finger to a poem on the back of the paper. It was copied from an announcement printed for their 50th wedding anniversary in 2007. The last lines of the poem were, and he read them aloud,
----"The view ahead is one of the best - 
-----Just a little further, and then we can rest.
-----We move more slowly, but together still, 
-----Let me hold your hand, as we go downhill."
-------------------------(Peggy Cameron King)

"Now, I can not hold her hand anymore," he continued in that accent that was definite, but not too thick. "57 years, and I don't think I have cried at all. Today, I can not stop crying." He turned away, and I offered all that I had, which was just a tissue, and my heart was broken for him.

He told me of their son, who needed full-time care due to brain damage sustained in some kind of accident long ago. He told me they had always taken care of this boy, now a man who needs diapers and cannot speak, but they took care of him and loved him together. Their love for each other, and for their son, was obviously epic. Love that was a choice, honored through good times and bad, in sickness and health, for richer and poorer...57 years of epic love blinded me as he talked about his beautiful wife and their beautiful life. Now, he was on his own. For the first time in 57 years, he was alone.

I stood there and talked with him for a few minutes more, mostly listening. I remarked that I thought his choice of hymns was perfect, then I asked if I could pray with him. He agreed, so I did. I placed one of my suddenly young-looking, 46-year-old hands between his weathered palms, and the other on his sagging shoulder. I prayed a portion of the 23rd Psalm, and asked God to give him strength and peace, in Jesus's name. The old man crumpled into my arms, and we wept together. 

He shared a bit more, then thanked me for the gift of my time. Through his own tears, he promised to also pray for me and my family, "...that God's richest blessings would come to you all." I cannot begin to imagine his grief today, but I know that he and his wife love the Lord, and each other. They loved with an epic love, and I am thankful that he shared a portion of his story with me. It is rare to get a glimpse of love that big here, on earth. I gave him one final hug, paid for my poster, and promised that I would be praying for him today and in the weeks to come. I will keep my promise.

I did have some knitting to talk about, but that will have to wait for another day. Today, I want to remind everyone, everywhere, to never underestimate the impact a few minutes can make. A little time, a sympathetic ear, and perhaps a prayer can really do a lot to encourage a fellow human being who may be struggling in shadows we know nothing about. 

PS - the whole time, that new clerk kept catching my eye, and saying, "No hurry. Whenever you're ready." Thanks, Lord, for giving me time to to pray for a stranger this morning. How Great Thou Art, indeed.