I know I haven’t posted in the last couple of weeks. I have been super busy enduring a crochet marathon and writing my first pattern. Z had a birthday party the past two weekends and crazy me thought it would be great to make the gifts for both of them. So I did. A little cotton cap-sleeved cardigan of which I have zero pictures of since I finished it up while I was in the hospital and didn’t think to bring the camera with me and an Olivia the Pig which I have tons of pictures of but I am holding out until the pattern is finished. Yes, the pattern I am making is for a crochet version of Olivia the Pig. Haven’t decided yet whether she will be free or whether she will hyave to be purchased. I am still trying to type up all of my chicken scratch and make it into something that is clear and concise. I have had my fill already of patterns that frustrate the hell out of me. The typical pattern starts out great but around the halfway mark starts to go south. I know that is how mine is right now and so I am trying to improve upon it and make the first release good so that I hopefully won’t have to go back and edit it again. I know why it happens too. You start out with good intentions, writing down every step with all of the little details and then the further along you get, the more “in the zone” you get and it is hard to stop and write it down. At some point, you might even get to the point where you just want to be done already. That was how Olivia was for me.
What was it like writing your first pattern? Did any of this happen to you? I want some feed back and also somebody that might be willing to test out this pattern.
My little boy is growing up so fast. This morning, when HH was getting him up for school, he noticed his morning wood for the first time ever. I know that this is the beginning of the end and that before long he will be waking up with wet sheets from his wet dreams but come on, give me a break here, I want him to stay a baby forever. I don’t want him to grow up and I am horrified at the idea of it. Why does a 3 and 1/2 year old have morning wood anyways? What in the world is he dreaming about? Ugh… let’s not even go there.
So I was sitting at my desk at work eating my lunch and I just happened to look down and what do I see growing where my thumb used to be… a yarn tumor. Don’t ask how that happened. I have no clue but here is a picture for your viewing pleasure.
