Stitching Update

Because I am sure you are all on the edge of your seats (and more truthfully because I am so relieved) I am glad to tell you I was able to finish the front panel of the sweater with the yarn that I have.  So, hopefully Ravelry will help me track down one more skein of yarn in a close match and I will actually be able to finish this thing.  If they would just send my my invitation...

Dear Kate,

I am joining Ravelry.

Now stop hassling me. :)

delphi

p.s. Thank you a zillion for your detective work!

Major Stitching Problems

I am hoping that one of you can give me some guidance.  I have made the classic blunder.  I am almost finished the front panel of the sweater I am knitting for BB and I am sure that I won't have enough yarn.  I am using Classic Elite Yarn "Two.Two" in colour 1504, which went out of production in fall of 2005.  Any suggestions?

If I can finish the body in the yarn I have, a close match would be okay to use on the cuffs.  It doesn't have to be an exact match.  This yarn looks like the same colour, but who can tell from pictures?  But it has a completely different colour number - 1557.

Advice?????

The Alternative

If my son was alive, I wouldn't know you.

I would say things like "It's okay - they're young and can have another one" or "Maybe it's all for the best."

I would get all awkward and change the subject if someone mentioned a death or a pregnancy loss.

I would imagine myself to be empathetic and understanding, even though there would be no possible way for me to understand.

I would think I can't possibly imagine, while tucking my two living sons into bed at night and thanking God it happened to them, not me.

I would think that people still talking about miscarriages 10 years later was kind of sad - why aren't you over it yet?

I would still think that taking pictures of people after they're dead is creepy and weird.

I wouldn't know any of the following terms: idiopathic cardiomyopothy, subsequent baby, abruption, ectopic, and worst of all cord accident.

I would have no idea who Jason Collins is.

I wouldn't use the words "try" or "if we're lucky" or "maybe" in regards to having a baby.

I would think that having annual memorial events for people who didn't even live was incredibly self-indulgent.

I would not have a blog.

I wouldn't know any of you.

If my son were alive, I wouldn't know you. In so many ways, I hate that I know you. But every day I am deeply thankful that I do.

Two posts in one day?

Shocking, isn't it. I just had to say this:

Pictures of sleeping babies are a whole lot cuter when you haven't had a dead baby.

To Give Thanks

I just realized that I didn't actually give thanks for anything last weekend, Thanksgiving here. The most obvious moment to do so would have been during the church service we attended, but the sermon was about a fund-raising effort and no mention was made of giving thanks. So I just forgot.

For the record, I am thankful for a multitude of things. I just didn't remember to make note of them last weekend.

Besides, this is what we woke to on Monday:



It's mostly melted now, a freak storm in an otherwise warm autumn. It should be lovely tomorrow when we attend our annual Walk to Remember.

No denying it, though. The cold is coming.

October 15th

Loving you and thinking of you today. As every day.

My boy.

Positive thinking for the spring garden.

Because I am likely to forget, and because I am firmly entrenched in next-year-territory, these are the bulbs that I just planted.

Two allium bulbs by the arbour in the front, allium/tulip combos to hide the gas meter, and tulips around the Morden Blush roses at the back door.

Likely I have planted them too late and not deeply enough to actually have results next spring, but here's hoping.  Here are some pretty pictures from other people.