Tuesday, July 25, 2006

Three days left

Oh boy, what a mess. I am mired in the move, so I am sorry if I am a bit behind down here.

Seriously, I can barely find the floor. Like a fool I packed most of my yarn in the load we took up last week, so I am left with a totally odd assortment of stuff. You know how it is, the few balls of knit-picks will in impossibly odd colors.

I did manage to finish one hat for little-sis. I think I also have enough to do mittens for this fall.

I asked her what she wants in a mitten the other night on the phone (the girls are staying with my parents during the final chaos of the move). She thought for a minute, then said she wants a thumb that can open. She's a thumb sucker. I am trying to think of a way to work it without ending up with a spit soaked mitten. Knowing her if I do not figure out this bit of knit-geneering she just will go gloveless is the frosty wasteland that is Richmond in January.

We leave on Saturday. Big truck full of furniture. For the record I turned 33 this April and this is my 16th move. Wish us luck!


Acornbud said...

16 moves? Wow! Best of luck to you:)

christine said...

Wow, you certainly have been around!
Good luck finding the floor - I know it's there somewhere!

ErLeCa said...

You're on the home stretch now! Good luck!

Beth said...

Wishing you the best for a terrific move!

jessie said...

Surely you can do a thumb flap just like those convertible mittens with the hand the flips up, right?

Good luck with the move. We moved 3 miles a month ago and I'm still up to my eyeballs.

Gina L said...

I was thinking about how you were doing. I'm sure you are an expert at moving by now. The mitten with a thumb that can open is so sweet. If you come up with a good pattern you should submit it to knitty. They love all those novelty items. Wish you luck and much happiness in your new home.

may said...

i hope it went well!!!

The Stitchin' Sheep said...

Looks like I've got you beat on the number of moves. I just turned 31 the other day, and not counting any possible times that my parents moved us before I was old enough to remember, I'm up to 20 (and, I wasn't a military brat, nor were we on welfare and kicked out a lot). Soon, we'll be doing number 21, which will most likely be our last for a really long time if not forever.

I never actually sat down to count it out like that before. Scary. One positive thing about it, I think is that it makes a person highly adaptable. For me, it doesn't matter much where I am but who is there with me.