FiberTribe

Bib? what bib?

We're having a population explosion here in B-Town. 1 new grandbaby and two new babies on the way. In a town of 200 or so,  3 TOTALLY counts as an explosion.  

So here I am cheerfully knitting baby bibs out of dishcloth cotton.  (Not exactly what I had planned when I launched myself wildly into Kaffe Fassett's sweater patterns in 1983).  Specifically, the Petal Bib from Leigh Radford's One Skein.   My gauge (and the yarn) is much larger so the bibs are ginormous.
Here's what they're supposed to look like:

Mine covers the entire book. Almost.  I persevere regardless. And you know what?  Leigh's simple and well-written pattern allowed me to learn how to:
1) Knit short rows
2) Hide the short row wraps on the next row
3) Knit I-cord
4) Jump for joy at how much immediate gratification can be had from baby-bound knits

Not bad for ye lowly bib, eh?  Btw, these bibs look waaay better in solid colored yarn. Trust me on this.

Implements go missing...

Like very expensive tweezers. Just when silver has decided to inhabit my brows. Grrrr. It's not like the house is that big, eh?  ahem. you came here for the knitting. right.

So I'm on to this:                                         In this:
                
Blurry (due to enlargement) Harvey Kimono from Natural Knits for Mothers & Babies.
Two issues with this: 1) Who names an innocent child Harvey????   2) Why wasn't it written to be knit in the round?  No way was I re-writing this pattern after having just re-written the Trellis and Keyhole Tank pattern. In its entirety. Twice.  I am Knitter, hear me curse.

That said, the kimono, re-named Winter Sky Kimono (it's for a new baby boy named, yup, Winter Sky. I know...),  has been a quick, fun knit so far.  I had to Kitchener stitch the entire back garter stitch border in order to attach a re-do after ditching a heavier matching yarn. Just way too much contrast. Do I get extra points for kitchenering the entire 51 stitches with a headlamp in the dark, in the wind whilst camping at 9,000 feet or so up on Boulder Mountain?  Not saying it's perfect but it's donedonedone.

I've also just finished a petal bib from Leigh Radford's book, One Skein.  Pictures next time.  Now I'm off to paint 3 cows.  wooden ones, that is. When I volunteered to do this, what was I thinking?

Pictures of teh cows later, too. maybe. And the precogs have settled down. thank goddess.

Something Wicked This Way Comes*

It's not always fun and games chez FiberTribe when the intuitive powers kick in.  Last night around 9 o'clock out of nowhere a violent headache started to grab the left side of my neck and head.  Dennis and I were to take the new wildlands fire truck over the mountain the next day to have a two-way radio installed.  Something vague had been bothering me all day about that trip.  I found myself increasingly thinking of reasons I shouldn't go. And there really was no compelling reason NOT to go. Just this escalating reluctance.  Finally, as the headache increased I finally got it. We shouldn't take that fire truck out of town and furthermore, we should go over to the firehouse in the morning and be sure the tank was filled to the brim. 

I told Dennis that I had a very, very bad feeling about something happening on Monday and I couldn't tell when, what, or to whom it would happen or even be sure anything WOULD happen.  And bless him, he believed me and instantly said, ok, we'll stay and we'll be sure the truck is filled.   Immediately, and I mean from one moment to the next, the headache was gone.   I still felt the waves of whatever it is washing over me.  I finally sat down and typed a status update on FaceBook to ask everyone to be very, very careful on Monday. As soon as I did that, it felt like the probability of something bad happening decreased.  It continued to decrease throughout the day today. 

I could feel foolish as if I cried wolf, but I don't. That's the way this thing works. One never knows unless by blind luck whether what one is getting is A: correct and B: if it's unchangeable or if the probability of occurence can be altered, diminished or totally negated.   I'm hugely relieved that nothing (that I know of) has happened.  I've had precogs (precognitive events) since I was a child  but haven't had one in a very long time. And I've never had physical symptoms from it.   Strange.   All that I can think of that might have heightened my sensitivity is that I spent a fair amount of time with a gifted intuitive this past weekend. We tend to amplify each other's abilities. That's my best guess. 

So if you're reading this, do let me know that you and yours are ok. Yes? 
Back to regularly scheduled programming tomorrow.

* title from a Ray Bradbury story