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Mid-point through a project I’ll get these visions. Most of the time reason and sanity win out and the visions fade quickly. Other times I run out of bright pink yarn four rows from the end of a project and need to return to the craft store to buy another whole skein of bright pink acrylic boucle. This was one of those “other” times.

Yeah, I um… I hate this yarn. It is grippy, yet slippy, and wants to be impaled by the tip of my knitting needle each and every ever lovin’ stitch. Oh yes, and frogging? Forget it, this yarn is one of those (due to its texture) that I have to tink back stitch by splitty stitch.

Of course that does not stop this vision I have of a soft, bright, sproingy and sparkly pile of toddler blankets in different pastel and bright coordinating colors for my daughter. In my mind’s eye I see her sitting in a little toddler sized day bed (which is in the workshop queue) with these delightful, cuddly, bright, sparkly, feminine, totally machine washable blankies and matching pillows brushing the long manes of her horsey toys and singing sweetly.

Stop laughing, it could happen. So I bought two more skeins of the hateful yarn (this time in lavendars) plus the bright pink skein needed to finish the first blanket (and an extra light pink for good measure) and started knitting the first strip in the old shale stitch pattern as soon as the pink blanket was done. Unfortunately I couldn’t find any eyelash yarn to match either color so I’ll (for the time being at least) forgo the formality of crocheting a border around (the right yarn could turn up any minute now.)

Sometimes my husband cracks me up. He complains about the way that something (in this case the computer) doesn’t work properly or how it is just a piece of junk or we need a bigger better faster more what-ever-it-is. So I ask the relevent questions: Have you run spy-ware remover? Have you deleted old files? Have you run the scan disk? Are you defragging? Do have the firewall on? “No, no, no, no and no.”

You know if I treated anything else, for example a car, the way that he treats computers I would never check the fluids, put cheap watery gas in it, leave it unlocked in bad neighborhoods and ram it into shopping carts two or three times a day. He says the comparison is unfair. I think its a good metaphor.

Ever wonder why my computer doesn’t crash and yours does Honey? Of course Matt appreciates all the hard work I do protecting him from the blue screen of death, he sees me at his computer and asks with a sigh “Does this mean I have to enter in all my passwords again?!”

“I love you too Honey.”

At least I have plenty of time to work on Lexi’s toddler blanket. As you can see its composed of unspeakable fiber content, and I’m on the verge of having an allergic reaction to the pink. I have a few more rows to go on the third strip, and then I’ll cast on for the 4th and final strip. If the mood strikes me I may finish it either by crocheting a border of hilariously pink fun fur or take up listening to the Spice Girls and lighting myself on fire.

I’m not sure yet.