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F Is for February Baby Sweater

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F Is for February Baby Sweater

Pattern: February Baby Sweater
Source: Elizabeth Zimmermann’s Knitter’s Almanac
Yarn: KnitPicks Simply Cotton Organic Sport
Colors: Malted Milk w/ Ginger trim
Needles: US4

F Is for February Baby Sweater

I love this little sweater so much! It was just shipped off to its recipient yesterday, so it will be waiting for her when she makes her big arrival.

I made a few small changes to the pattern to personalize it. For the tie closure, I just used a yo k2tog tow to create eyelets and then threaded a contrasting color  icord through them.

F Is for February Baby Sweater

The cuff edging is a basic crochet shell edging. I really stretched my crochet skills here with such fancy stitchwork.

F Is for February Baby Sweater

The rest of the sweater is edged in a simple single crochet edging, in the same contrasting color.

F Is for February Baby Sweater

Yes, I somehow managed to screw up garter stitch. That little mistake is a lot more glaring than I thought it would be, but I’m mostly okay with it. I’m going with the idea that it was a purposeful mistake because only the gods can create perfection. Yeah, that’s it.

The great thing about cotton yarn is that it’s machine washable and dryable.  For babies, that’s essential, so this organic, undyed cotton seemed like a perfect choice. It will only get softer with washing.

I love how this turned out, and I can’t wait to see photos of Baby C wearing it. If I could change one thing, though, it would have been to knit it in DK instead of sport weight yarn. It ended up super tiny, so she won’t get to wear it for very long, sadly. That’s alright, though, because I’ll just have to knit her a bigger one as she grows.

F Is for Family

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And this is mine:

The whole damn family

This photo was taken a few years ago at my Great-Aunt Migs’ 75th birthday party, and represents the entire maternal side of my family. The only surviving person missing from this photo is my Great-Aunt Kate, who estranged herself from the family some years ago for reasons I don’t understand.

The back row, from the left: my mom’s husband Denny, me, my mom holding my cousin Darrin’s daughter (who’s name I don’t recall),  Aunt Migs holding my cousin Darrin’s son (who’s name I also don’t recall), Aunt Melissa, cousin Michael
The front row, from the left: Scott, my brother Alex (known around here as the Punk Ass Kid sometimes, even though he’ll be 26 in a month), cousin Denise, her husband Glen, cousin Darrin, his wife Dawn

We used to be a much more tightly knit family than we are these days. I know my mother speaks to Aunt Migs once in a while, but I really only speak to my immediate family. Denise and I were close as kids, but don’t talk at all now. It’s kind of sad, to have such a big extended family and not really be in touch with any of them.

F Is for Free

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1,461 miles, 6 days, 5 shows – RRE tour, September 2006

Which is how I feel when we pack up the car and hit the road on tour.

No worries or responsibilities. Time slips by, marked only by when the band hits the stage and how long it will take to drive to the next city. It ceases to have real meaning, each day rolling into the next. Days are no longer Monday, Tuesday, or Wednesday. Instead, they take on the names of whatever town we’ll be in that day. We lose track of anything but the now. We know where we are, and where we’re going next, but other than that, we don’t think about it.

The world recedes into the background. I feel out of step with general society, because I’m living in a bubble that consists a constant cycle of driving, eating, dancing, and sleeping. I sit in a restaurant and watch everyone around me, going about their daily lives, and it’s as if I have absolutely no connection with them.

There’s a feeling of disconnect, of being set loose from all ties. The music is the destination, but the travelling itself is almost more important.

I feel free, and it’s an incredible feeling.