Minor Knitting Setback

Two words: Stephanie Meyer. Damn her all to hell. Doesn’t she know I have socks to finish? What was she thinking writing that addictive series, anyway? It started innocently enough. Oldest child received Twilight for his birthday, apparently grandpa didn’t know it was a girl book. Hmmm. It looked pretty creepy, but I read an article about it and it piqued my curiousity, so I snatched it from his room. I read it in a weekend and couldn’t wait for the second in the series, New Moon, to arrive at my door courtesy of Amazon. I finished it this weekend and now am itching for the third. I feel like a junkie searching for my next fix. This is terrible. Meanwhile, my knitting sits in a bag at my feet, patiently waiting for my attention. I think it will be waiting for another thousand pages. Sigh. What have I done?
Oldest child is awaiting his socks, which are three fourths complete, and nephew in KC will not get his birthday hat until the fourth of July.
The good news: I always return to my knitting, no matter how far I stray. It is my first love after all. I know I will return, but I feel like a cheating dog. Who can be monogamous to just one hobby?

Yo Yo Bunny Love

I worked on this bunny with youngest kidlet who insisted on starting a sewing project.  I’m quite proud of how she turned out.  The ‘pattern’ comes from an old idea of Yo Yo dolls.  It involves simple hand stitching suitable for a child, and a perfect use for fabric scraps.  The basic pattern is that you take a circle of fabric, stitch around the edge, cinch the thread tight  – until it looks like a pouch, then finish it so it stays together.  Then take a stack of these yo-yos and sew them together in a tube, do the same for arms and legs.  I knitted the head because I know nothing about how to sew it.  And I came up with a little idea to add paws, instead of bells, which are traditional finishing touches to the hands/feet of yo-yo dolls.  Kidlet was thrilled and has taken it to bed every night since I finished it.  Success!

When a Good Deed Goes Punished

Today at coffee a gentleman approached my table to ask if I’d buy some orange chocolate bars for X price to benefit his church. I agreed, and bought 2. I thought, “Odd, our church also sells them.” Then tonight at our church meeting the secretary said a man matching that description stole a box of the exact candy bars while there getting a love fund gift to help him with rent. The coffee shop is two blocks from the church, the descriptions match, the candy was the same, the price was the same.   Geesh. I feel like a heel. How was I to know? And what should I have done? I didn’t care to know about his church, I just thought I’d help him and the chocolate was too good to pass up. I’m sure he must have needed the money more than I. His issue now, not mine.