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It well may be that in a difficult hour,
Pinned down by pain and moaning for release,
Or nagged by want past resolution’s power,
I might be driven to sell your love for peace,
Or trade the memory of this night for food.
It well may be. I do not think I would.

The Seal of Approval

Published / by Kim / 2 Comments on The Seal of Approval

Scott and I were sitting in the NY Presbyterian imaging center while I drank the yucky contrast stuff for my CT scan yesterday and I started rummaging around in my purse. I haven’t cleaned that purse out in a while and useless thing after useless thing got pulled out. A 32GB SD card we bought for the car but don’t use because navigating through music with it is slow. A thumb drive containing the graphics for a friend’s bridal shower invitations… from three years ago. Various hair ties and barrettes. Expired metrocards. You know, the kind of essential things I really need to lug around with me everywhere.

Way at the bottom I spied a red Sharpie. Gods only know why and how long ago it ended up in there, but there it was. Before I knew what I was doing, I snatched it up, pulled off the cap, and drew a perfect little red check mark on Scott’s hand.

He gave me a quizzical look. “You’ve been approved,” I explained.

It only took him fifteen-and-a-half years, but he now has an official seal of approval. And why not? He certainly earned it. This is the guy who spent every day in the hospital with me during my two recent stints as a patient. His days were filled with worry, boredom, and stress as he drove to and from the hospital, sat around watching me sleep, worried while I went through surgery or tests. When he finally got home every night, it was to three demanding little beasts who needed him to care for them and a house that needed straightening up. Every night he fell exhausted, physically and emotionally, into bed, only to get up and do it again the next day.

When I was in the ER, in pain and scared, he read to me. Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland. He did voices and everything.

It was when I got home from the hospital, though, that his real work started. The cleaning and cooking and laundry. The shopping and fetching and carrying. Helping me up and down when I couldn’t move on my own. Making sure all my medications were taken on time. He’s been a virtual teetotaler during a time he really could have used a stiff drink, just in case something went wrong and he had to rush me to the hospital. Panic that he might flail in his sleep – possible but unlikely – and hit me in the belly had him sleeping on the couch for weeks, even after he went back to work.

In times of adversity, couples can break or grow stronger. I am so fortunate that Scott and I have always grown stronger, no matter what the world throws at us. Most of the credit for that goes to Scott, who handles it all with grace and love, even when he’s frazzled and fried. A seal of approval is the least of the gratitude I owe him.

Knitting and Crochet Blog Week: One Great Knitter

Published / by Kim

My day 3 post for Knitting and Crochet Blog Week, and I’m amazed that I’m still going! A post every day for three days? It’s a miracle.

Write about a knitter whose work (whether because of project choice, photography, styling, scale of projects, stash, etc) you enjoy. If they have an enjoyable blog, you might find it a good opportunity to send a smile their way. TAGGING CODE: knitcroblo3

This is an easy answer for me: Jared Flood of Brooklyn Tweed. His work almost always makes me swoon. Whether it’s one of his own designs or a classic pattern that he knit with his own style, I just love everything he produces. From his yarn choices, to his color choices, to his photography… I love it all. Even better, he designs so many great patterns for men, which is hard to find most of the time.

Several of my favorite knitted pieces are Jared Flood designs. My favorite, to date, is the Noro Striped Scarf:

Noro Striped Scarf

Noro Striped Scarf

I loved this so much I knit two of them, one for Scott and one for me. It was only because I ran out of Noro that I stopped knitting at two. I plan to knit more of them in different colorways.

Two of my favorite hats are also Jared Flood designs:



The blue one is Habitat, knit for Scott. The pink and brown one is Koolhaas, knit for me. I haven’t worn mine anywhere yet except out to play in the snow in the park, but Scott gets so many compliments on his Habitat. I plan to knit at least two more of those, one each for me and Scott, both in Noro. Koolhaas is another pattern I plan to knit again, also in Noro.

I’m normally all about new. It’s a rare book or movie that makes me want to read or see it more than once, and I feel the same way about knitting patterns. The fact that I want to knit these patterns again says a lot about them and about their designer. And these three are just the beginning. There are so many more of his patterns I want to try, including the ones in his book, Made In Brooklyn. Without a doubt, he’s my choice for “one great knitter.”

Knitting and Crochet Blog Week: Starting Out

Published / by Kim

I’m a little late to this party*, but I still wanted to play, so I am.  This week is Knitting and Crochet Blog Week. Each day for this week** bloggers are invited to write about a specific topic pertaining to knitting/crocheting. This is Monday’s topic, but let’s just call it Day 1.

How and when did you begin knitting/crocheting? was it a skill passed down through generations of your family, or something you learned from Knitting For Dummies? What or who made you pick up the needles/hook for the first time? Was it the celebrity knitting ‘trend’ or your great aunt Hilda? TAGGING CODE: knitcroblo1

I remember my maternal grandmother (Mom-mom) and paternal great-grandmother (Grandma S) as being prolific crocheters, though thinking back I think Mom-Mom may have been a knitter. There’s one particular afghan she made that I’m sure had bobbles all over it, and I don’t think you can do bobbles with crochet.*** Grandma S did try to teach me to crochet as a small child, but I was never that into it. I picked up some basics like chaining and single crochets, but I was far more interested in my grandmother’s sewing machine**** and didn’t really like to crochet.

These days, I’m much more interested in learning to crochet that I was when I was five, but because of that early indifference, what little I know about crochet is entirely self-taught. My true passion, though, is knitting. Knitting and I had a rocky start that began in college. There was a small yarn store in my tiny little college town, and I wandered in there one day, drawn by all the colors. For some reason, I decided I would only knit with cotton, so I loaded myself up with brightly colored skeins of Sugar n’ Cream cotton and a pair of needles and set out to learn. This was well before the Internet, so I must have also bought a book or something, but I don’t remember. It’s possible that I just decided to learn from the ball band.

As you might imagine, the combination of cotton yarn and lack of resources to really learn what to do was enough to make that first venture short-lived. Over the years I tried several times to pick it up again, but it never lasted. I still had that stubborn insistence that I was going to knit with cotton and only cotton, and that made learning to knit really hard. Between the dryness, the slipperiness, and how hard it was on my hands, I never got far. I honestly don’t know what the hell I was thinking or why I thought it had to be cotton or nothing.

About four-and-a-half years ago, though, something changed.  I decided, once again, to try learning to knit. Once again, I stubbornly picked up Sugar n’ Cram cotton with which to do it. This time, though, I had the Web and several different sites to teach me how to knit. It still wasn’t easy, but something just… clicked. I suddenly got it, and suddenly I was loving knitting. Then I discovered alpaca and it was all over for me. Once I discovered that soft, wonderful fiber and the pleasure that could be found in knitting with something like that****, I was done for. Knitting suddenly became a passion.

And it still is a passion, several years later. I am so happy that this time, it took. The enjoyment I get out of knitting can’t be measured, but it brings so much delight. Now, I can’t imagine not knitting.

* So what else is new, right? Late is my middle name!

** Or for this week plus some, for those of us who are always late to things.

*** I could be wrong; I know very little about crochet.

*** Though, I still couldn’t sew to save my life, so that didn’t work out very well.

**** Not to mention the pleasure that can be had by keeping a ball of it on my desk to pet once in a while.