Oops, I did it again!

[Stands up awkwardly] Hi.

[Voice cracks in the middle of a two letter word.]
Cough, cough.
[Clears throat awkwardly.]
Hi. My name is Cara. I’m an addict.

[Crowd of knitbloggers and elann.com personnel clap wildly.]
Welcome home!

My husband’s going to KILL me!

Damage done today:

Jo Sharp Silkroad Aran Empire

Jo Sharp Silkroad Ultra Truffle

AND

Filatura Di Crosa Primo

Navy

Deep Denim

Blue Cloud

I bought enough of each color of the Jo Sharp to make a sweater, but I only bought two balls each of the Primo – I’m going to make Max a simple ribbed hat with a pompom on top to replace the hat he lost. The Primo seemed good because it’s superwash. (You make ask yourself why a soon to be four-year-old needs Filatura di Crosa Primo for a hat instead of an AC Moore special, but c’mon, everyone deserves nice yarn!)

Okay, that’s it. I’m done. Except of course for the tres cool Cascade 220 for Sophie!

I feel sick.

On a more positive note, I helped my sister, Jolie, pick up stitches over the phone! She’s been alternately working on a booga bag and a ribbed scarf (3×3 ribs). The scarf is for my nephew, her son. Well, last night while she was relaxing on the couch watching either Country Mouse & City Mouse, or the scary episode of George & Martha, or even Spiderman for the sixty millionth time, with Max by her side of course, she decided to work a little on the scarf. Barely, into it, she went to check on Charlotte sleeping upstairs. She left Max alone. With the TV. And the knitting.

When she came back down, you guessed. The addi turbos were missing from the knitting – which was lying quietly on the sofa.

[my sister] Max, where are the needles?

[my nephew] In my pants.

Ah those little boys and their pants. Reminds me of those grown men and their pants.

My sister hasn’t been knitting very long, what with two kids under four and a third on the way. She doesn’t have much time. Usually she calls me from the car while the kids are sleeping – their generally parked outside her house – with a knitting question. So last night she called me – what do I do? I told her you need to put the stitches back on the needle. We talked a little bit about how to do this, maybe rip back a few rows, etc. We hung up. She called me back about 10 minutes later to say she had done it, but a couple stitches looked funky. We determined they were actually dropped stitches. I told her how to pick them up and she did it! Hey, it worked! she cried. Ooo, I felt so good!

One more note about Jolie, and then I have to go to work TO PAY FOR YARN! I mentioned in an earlier post that I bought the Rowan Vintage Style book to make something for my other sister, Samara. Well, I was flipping through it and wouldn’t you know, one of the sweaters Samara was looking at was named Jolie. Very weird, since Jolie is NOT that common a name. Trust me on this. But the truly freaky part is the very next pattern was called COLLETTE. My sister’s full name is JOLIE COLETTE! I was dying, but I think my sister was a little more weirded out than amused. I mean, what are the odds?