So I'm knitting a sweater. Which is perfect timing because our wintery days are seriously numbered here. (That was sarcasm by the way.) My ten year old feels the need to tell me every time he uses sarcasm. As if I couldn't tell by the tone of his voice or the roll of his eyes. (He learned from the best - me!)
The beginning of a sweater never looks like much. I knit this in public quite a bit the last few days and tons of people asked me what it was. "It's a sweater", I would reply. And they would look at me funny and say "Oh." It's ok. I know what it's going to be when it grows up.
I knit this on a field trip to the Old Florida Museum with the fourth graders. Fourth graders - boys and girls alike - are always fascinated by knitting. I got in some good knitting while riding on the school bus. I would have napped, but Catholic school kids don't get to ride school buses often, so they are *really* loud and over-excited.
I also knit on it Sunday night at the Jacksonville Rollergirls bout. It was super fun. I wasn't sure if it would be my cup of tea. But it was awesome and full of girl power. Not really violent like I expected. Maybe it was a tame match? Any, Kimber got me a rollergirls button because she loves me! There's another derby at the end of the month - and I'll definitely be going again!
Oh and day two? It went well. I walked for about 55 minutes during the second basketball practice of the week. My eleven year old gave me nutrition advice. Turns out I should eat lots of apples and give up the diet pepsi. Like that's gonna happen.