Sometimes you don't realize the importance of things...

Just in case you thought all I ever do it knit pants... Sometimes on unusually nice days I take my boys out for a picnic. Yesterday was just such a day, and we were outside, tool box in hand, eating our lunch.


Duncan got his first taste of grass


And Jefferson was collecting and sorting acorns


Some of the acorns had worms in them, and every time I saw one with a worm I would throw it off the blanket. One time Jeff was looking at one of the worms, and I treated it as I had it's relatives and tossed it into the grass. Jeff immediately jumped up and began scanning the grass frantically, asking me where it was. I said I didn't know he wanted it, and it was gone, and he began to wail "That was my only pet!! I just wanted my gross worm!! Why did you throw my only pet!!"


I hope he's not traumatized for life that his mom would so carelessly dispose of his first and only pet.

A nice revelation

I realized something just now. The vast majority of blogs don't really get read all that much. It first it was kind of a sad thought, and then it was very freeing. I have this blog sitting here that I never post on because I feel like I have to have something magical to say, or cool to post, and I just realized, I can post whatever I want and no one really cares.

So I am going to post a sad story that I know no one in the world cares about, and that's really alright, but it will make me feel better to write about it.

I knit this beautiful little pair of pants


I know, beautiful, right? And I'd worked rather hard on them, dyeing the yarn myself and all that jazz.

The sad part happened when I tried to lanolize them, which is in theory supposed to be very easy, and make them water resistant so they can be worn over cloth diapers as a cover.

I decided since I was lanolizing might as well kill a few birds with 1 stone and lanolize everything I had together, so I put them in the lanolin bath with these bad boys:


I know, rather hideous, but just stay with me.

So in they go, to soak in the nice baby-shampoo-lanolin bath I had lovingly prepared for them.

But when they came out, my beautiful green pants had orange spots all over them. It was really traumatizing. I can't even bring myself to post a picture of how ugly they are now. But I still make Duncan wear them, because of how much I liked them before I ruined them.

So that's my sad story for the day, along with this warning:
Don't lanolize your beautiful wool pants with your ugly ones.

That is all.