Pattern: Cascata, by Filipa Carneiro, published in Rosarios4.
Yarn: I believe the yarn is by Reynolds. It is a light DK weight wool and acrylic blend yarn I bought sometime in the mid-1980s. Mom loved mauve (and all its variations), so I knitted a lacy vest for her. She did not wear it much because it was too nice for “everyday” wear, and she didn’t want to get it dirty. I brought it back after she died and took it apart, and now it is Cascata.
Modifications: I love the lace “cascade” on the left side, but did not like how rapidly the triangle grew because of the every 4th row increases. So, I alternated the increases on both the lace panel as well as on the right (along the faux seam). I like my sweaters to cover my hips, so I knitted all 138 rows of the lace charts. I also started with 138 stitches at the top, as though knitting size XXS, and adjusted all the directions as needed to compensate. Finally, I did not like how large the arm holes were on the original cap sleeves. I had enough yarn, so I made the sleeves elbow length.
Thoughts: I don’t usually like in-the-round yoke construction, but the designer took care to shape the neckline so that there were no “puffy” areas, and the front and the back sit properly on the neck and shoulders. I also like the yo increases as a design element. This was a fast knit, and a lovely pattern for Mom’s yarn.
Bear is a sweet guinea pig we have been babysitting for almost a month while his family flit here and there all over the world. We would keep him, but his mom probably misses him!
Opie, in her younger days, was pretty good at climbing the steps. Once she got going, she would bounce up the stairs without stopping. And of course there was always a treat at the top — she preferred lettuce leaves to carrots. Tula gets stuck. Or stunned. Or obstreperous. She doesn’t see the point of working out for that treat … really, isn’t it enough that she’s cute?
New Year’s resolutions, a month early.
I had a moment yesterday morning in the laundry room: The Teenager had stacked the wet workout clothes from the night before on top of the washer. The clothes were still wet, of course, but one had to admire the neatness of the stacking job. She had apparently “forgotten” to hang them up. I love the all-purpose teenage excuse of “I Forgot.” I lost my temper, and just as quickly regretted losing my temper — not because she didn’t deserve the tongue lashing, but because I had wasted my breath.
And then there is DH, who had a plan called Thirty in Thirty (that would be thirty pounds weight loss in thirty weeks). Among other changes, he is trying to reduce the amount of carbohydrates (from grains) in his meals, but changes are difficult because DH is also something of an expert at self-sabotage. This morning, we came back from breakfast, and he had an early (as in, less than 90 minutes between meals) lunch of two servings of cereal. Me, in the background, rhetorical question: “Is that cereal? Is that a second bowl of cereal?”
Yes, I wasted my breath on that one too.
If I truly believe that the only thing I have control over is what I do, then I need to stop having futile expectations. Or expectations in general, because expectations are always in the future. I cannot expect “reasonable” behavior from The Teenager, because she is indeed a teenager, and everyone knows “reasonable” and “teenager” do not mix. But the act of expecting does not change just because my daughter is a teenager, and my husband is not. Ultimately, his diet or her silliness are not my business.
This is the year I learn to make myself quiet.
This year’s USA Pro Challenge cycling race came through my city, and in a fit of hometown pride, DH and I signed up to be volunteers. We thought we would be course marshals, but we ended up in the VIP Tent doing early morning setups. Volunteers are easy: give us free t-shirts, free food (left over from breakfast for the amateur racers), and a couple of drinks vouchers, and we are happy campers.
But probably the highlight of my day was the VIP luxury restroom trailer. No VIPs were around — the governor had shown up earlier, made a brief speech, and sent the amateur racers on their way, but he was long gone. Feeling VERY IMPORTANT, I used the women’s restroom. Yes I did. It was air-conditioned, it had running hot and cold water, and the toilets flushed. It was, as they say, as pictured and described. Who knew portable toilets could be so high-end? Certainly not Opie and her new baby sister, Tula:
CSA Share Week 14: Asian eggplant, squash, yellow (pole) beans, Tuscan kale, carrots, strawberries
Recipes: warm yellow bean salad with shallots and olive oil/tarragon vinegar dressing; ratatouille; sauteed Tuscan kale with white beans; roasted carrots and potatoes