First of all, thanks for all of your comments on the booties. I hope they'll serve the little guy well.
To answer Emily's question, the yarn was Bernat Camouflage. It's your standard cheap acrylic, though I've gotten a lot of use out of it over the years. A couple of years ago, I knit my nephew a camo hat for Christmas. The next year, I had to make them for all of my cousins' kids. They were such cute hats -- and the yarn pooled in a diamond pattern, which made them even cooler.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, I'm suffering from a case of Knitting ADD. I picked up Adamas for a while this weekend -- but not for long. I found myself constantly going back and re-counting everything (because the TV kept distracting me, darnit, and I couldn't keep track of both my stitches and Susan's fight with Doctor Ron), so I gave up and started the clutch that my aunt had requested. It's such a quick project that I'm almost finished already. And then maybe I'll start a sweater...
Come to think of it, it's a really good thing that I started that shawl more than two months before my SIL's wedding. I may need all the time I can get.
Yesterday's knitting adventure with the kids was almost mellow, if that's possible. Okay...maybe not mellow -- but at least it didn't drive me straight home to my liquor cabinet, so that's not bad. Miss H sent me a mysterious email on Sunday night, telling me that she wouldn't be able to make it, for reasons that she'd explain later -- and I must say, it was strange without her.
Little Taz, however, kept forgetting that Miss H wasn't going to be there, and she kept asking me, "When's Miss H going to get here?" Of course, she also asked, "When's Miss S going to get here?" -- when Miss S was sitting on the couch next to me...
I spent the early part of our session attempting to untangle Taz's ball of yarn. Last week, she'd been incapable of sitting, and as she wandered around the store with her knitting, she dragged her ball of yarn behind her (which, FYI, is not advisable). And, me being The Teacher and all, it's apparently my responsibility to fix things like that. So I did. But I let her know that if she got ants in her pants (a phrase that I would never actually use in front of the girls -- because I'd never hear the end of it) again, next time she'd be on her own. And Miss S decreed that from now on, if Taz must wander through the store, she is to keep her yarn in her bag. So be it.
Taz's bag, however, is coming along quite nicely. I've found that she knits much like she acts -- somewhat wild and out of control -- so felting is good for her. When it felts, all of the holes and inconsistencies will just disappear. For the first time this week, she could also tell that her knitted thing was going to be a bag. The sides of the bag are finally shaping up -- which had her shrieking "IT'S GROWING! IT'S GROWING!" about every five minutes.
Meanwhile, Miss S was working away on a gorgeous scarf for one of her teddy bears. She's quite a perfectionist, so her knitting is tight and even (which, I'll admit, is a lot like mine). In planning her next project, she's not sure whether to make a small rug for her Barbies or something with big yarn and big needles. I was relieved to hear that she's planning projects that she can easily do -- instead of some girls (not to name names or anything) who demand to do big projects that are a little bit out of their league -- and who then spend the next several weeks asking, "Am I done yet? ...How about now? ...How much more do I have to do? ...Can I just start something else?"
We were also joined this week by Miss M the Elder, who came a few weeks ago to learn with her little sister (Miss M the Younger). Miss M is fresh off spring break, during which she spent the week knitting with her grandma (who, I'm sure, is so very proud of her).
This week was also the store's monthly potluck, which meant that I got to hang out with the gang for a while before heading home. It's always great to be able to chat with the ladies -- even if it's only for a while. Many of them even got the privilege to meet Taz (AKA Miss A) in person. And, as if to prove the point that I've been making in my blog for all these weeks, upon introducing herself, she lifted up her bag and declared, "IT'S GROWING! IT'S GROWING!"
I rest my case.