Punctuality is a Virtue

I like to be punctual.

Screw that. I like to be ridiculously early to things.

And if it requires driving somewhere with traffic being a factor? I will knock on your door 10 minutes early and exclaim, “I’m so sorry I’m early!” when I’ve already spent 10 minutes sitting in my car in front of your house like a creep.

Being late causes extremely large amount of discomfort. It’s always been that way. It’s a thing with me.

This chevron blanket gave me huge anxiety because it’s for some very close friends and I’ve never done chevron before and wanted it to be perfect. That did not happen because I seem to have issues counting. Math is hard.

I jokingly blame my dad. A regular staple in my childhood was being told we were going to leave for something at, say, 4:30. My parents would be sitting in the car, already backed out of our garage and impatiently waiting at 4:15. Honking.

As you can imagine, this has affected many aspects of everyday life. Remember the movie “Superbad”? It was hilarious, right?

NO. I HATED that movie because the majority of the plot was based around getting to a party and they kept getting more and more delayed. They were soooo late for that stupid party.

I could not handle it.

Easily the worst part of making any blanket with more than one color. I’ve started weaving in and securing with a tiny knot because I live in constant fear of being judged if my blanket starts to unravel.

There’s also a Friends episode where they’re all supposed to go to a dinner and the only person ready and trying to get everyone out the door was Ross. No one else seemed to be bothered that they were never going to get there on time. It was terribly rude.

I simply cannot.

But I recognize my problem and am actively trying to overcome it. My husband, for example, will only leave then house at the exact time needed to get us there within a minute of when we’re supposed to arrive. What caused me to have an unnecessary heart attack every time we would leave the house is now starting to dwindle to maybe only a few chest pains here and there.

Baby steps.

And if anything, if we end up late, I can always blame my husband.

The scape goat makes me feel better.

And it’s finished! I have to say, thisis one of my favorite blankets I’ve done. I also have to say, I won’t be doing another one like this any time soon.

So what about the rest of you? Any weird ticks that have just become a part of who you are?

I also can only open the microwave after it’s done, or on a number that ends in 0 or 5. Oh, the oatmeal is going to explode out of the bowl if I don’t open it with 13 seconds left? Too bad. Let’s watch it tidal wave over the top and I’ll open it when the timer gets to 10 seconds when it’s clearly too late.

I’m a mess.

-Amy

Link to pattern used is here.

A letter to my newest love, my T&H crossbody project tote:

…I spotted you months ago on Instagram, and knew I had to have you.  I booked marked all the beautiful photos you were tagged in from Twig & Horn and ogled over your beauty.  I never pulled the trigger to buy you right away, which is one of my biggest regrets.  You’re not cheap, and you know it.  But you’re worth every penny, everyone who has you told me so.

Nonetheless, I was trying to be patient and responsible, and wait for the right time.

I would occasionally check in on you, make sure you were still around, in stock, and in my shopping cart – and you were.  You were available for weeks.  So many in fact, that I never thought you’d disappear.

That was, until the end of January when I was doing my bi-weekly check-in on IG.  The post I saw said that you were gone – or on your way out. 

As soon as I learned you were discontinued, panic ensued.  I’ve never felt FOMO quite like it.

What does this mean?  Why didn’t I just pull the trigger and buy you when I had the chance?  Why must I over analyze all my purchases?  Will I ever love another bag as much as I love you?  Would there ever be another accessory that would be better suited for my needs?  All answers pointed to “No” – but I wasn’t going to give up without a fight.

My mission was clear.

I scoured every single IG tag of you, clicked on them, and clicked on the accounts (or stores) that posted you.  There were so many.  I went to their websites and checked their inventory until I found you again.  It took days.

Days of disappointment.
Days of seeing “out-of-stock” in the checkout section.
Days where I was mentally preparing to just move on completely and forget about you.

Until one day (~5 days later), I stumbled on a post from “Blazing Needles” who just so happened to have ONE more of you in stock.  Just one. I did cartwheels, I texted my friends who knew about you to share my exciting news.  They all thought I was deranged, but they don’t understand.  I don’t even understand.

Order. Confirmed.

Those two words changed my whole week around, maybe even my month, and the foreseeable years ahead.  Years of us together, navigating life, taking trips and seeing the world.  Ah, it’ll be perfect, I know it.

I am so grateful for social media, and my stalking abilities.  Without those skills, I would be without you, my beautiful accessory that I 100% could not live without.

Please know that you’re worth it, darling, and I would do it all over again if I had to.

Love,

Your psychotic, accessory obsessed, companion for life, Bailey ❤

Stash Bust Season

I have been pretty good this year (almost 1.5 months in on 2019!), and haven’t gone to the craft store in months.  Except for the yarn stores when I’m out of town – those purchases are a given, and therefore do not count.

I’m talking about JoAnn’s or Michael’s.  I haven’t been requesting my weekend yarn runs lately. It’s concerning.  I’m pretty sure it’s because WIPS are taking  MONTHS to finish and are keeping me occupied.

There are also multiple storage bins full of random yarn I’ve been trying to plow through. I told myself to tone down the spending and use what I have in the instances where I want to start something new.  For the most part it has worked (so far anyway).

My bulky yarns with less than 100 yds have been transformed into hats or cowls that have come in handy this season.

My worsted weight yarns have been made into hats, or fingerless gloves..my new obsession.

While crocheting away on garments that seem to be taking forever, I crave a quick project- something I can finish in a couple hours: like these fingerless gloves 🙂

fingerless gloves

Not only are they a quick knit, but they don’t require much yarn – only ~150 yards or so of Worsted weight.  Fingerless gloves, or mittens work up pretty quickly, and can be finished in 4-5 episodes of Cheers on Netflix.  Perfect for stash busting, and also quick gratification project for those of you who have ADD like me.

I will try to write up the pattern next time, because I’m sure I’ll be making more, stay tuned!

What is your go-to project to stash bust (aka, make more room for new yarn purchases)? Continue reading

In the Middle of the Night

My husband would probably agree with the statement that, at times, I am somewhat overanxious about the mundane. This is probably one of the reasons why I’ve adapted to knitting and crochet – it’s good for my wellbeing

Quiet mornings are so necessary for my sanity.

But that still doesn’t stop the overly ridiculous thoughts from creeping in. And of course they don’t bother to come knocking until around 2am. 

As a bit of a study, I’ve been keeping track of the things keeping me up. Here are a few of the more obnoxious things: 

1. On a night we were scheduled to get a large amount of wet snow (5+ inches), I was awake and heard a few random creaks, leading me to believe that perhaps the heavy snow was going to cave in the roof of our house or garage. Who do you even call for such things? I tried to figure it out on my own. Right then. I still don’t know the answer.

2. Not being able to get my dog’s teeth cleaned on a regular basis. The vet says weekly cleanings at a minimum and here I am calling it a win if I can get one or two swipes in before she starts to growl and kick. My dog is too young to start losing teeth and I don’t particularly care to budget for extensive cleaning sessions. Panic ensued.

3. The teeny tiny zit I saw on my son’s face is somehow actually Hand Foot Mouth and neither Kyle or myself can afford to take off work the next day, let alone the rest of the week, and OMG WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO. (This is a regularly occurring situation, but the particular ailment varies. As a side note, we’ve rarely had an issue figuring something like this out.) 

4. Did we lock the back door? Surely it’s locked. I was the last to let Polly in and of course I always lock it. But did I? Should I go check? Or is it a waste of time because if a burglar is going to show up at our house, they’re likely inside already. I wonder if the dog will actually react if she hears something with us here. *Turns on monitor to make sure the child has not been kidnapped.* Did I just hear something? Maybe I should wake up Kyle to go check.  (Side note: Never wake your husband to do this. He won’t.)

5. (On a night in a week where I was getting quite a few tension headaches) What if my headaches are something worse than just stress? What if I have a serious eye issue? Omg, I have noticed my one eye is worse than the other. What other symptoms do I have? Do I have double vision? Like, I can see my hand right now… but maybe I’m seeing two? I don’t know… is that two?!?! Am I seeing two right now? OH NO I USE MY EYES FOR EVERYTHING WHAT AM I GOING TO DO?? 

Each time I presented such worries to my husband the next day, he just looked at me like he was having the hardest time physically stopping his eyes from rolling. 

In other news, Kyle now brushes Polly’s teeth. So at least I can stop worrying about that one…

– Amy

Chiberia

It’s here.

That time of year. You know… when the temps dip below 0 throughout the entire week. When you question every decision you’ve made about living in this frozen tundra you call home…. or is that just me?

Barf.

My husband, of course, spent the earlier part of the week in Colorado on a ski trip- playing in the snow. The rest of us stayed here. Suffering through all the snow. And cold air.

I’m not bitter. Just freakin’ cold.

My mom came to visit until Tuesday, which was great because I never turn down a set of extra hands. Two-year-olds are exhausting. But it was just me and the kiddo up against the record-setting lows coming our way Tuesday night.

What do I do if the water pipes freeze? What if the heat goes out? At what point do I worry because there is ice INSIDE of the windows? Can our dog even pee in temps this low? Or does it just freeze as it comes out?

All questions I didn’t have the answer to. Everything is seemingly fine (fingers crossed), but I’ll still stand by the decision to double up my child’s pajamas these last two nights when it dipped down to -22 and -24.

Helicopter mom strikes again.

Luckily, working from home is an option. But if we’re being honest, that just makes me even more stir crazy.

Stuck inside for over 36 hours and I’m stuck weaving in ends. My sanity is about to crack.

Anyway, we’re at Thursday morning and have been told by this afternoon things will just be “normal Chicago cold”. So that’s something to look forward to, I guess?

How’s everyone doing out there? Frozen? Sleeping through the whole thing? Scheduling trips to warmer climates at this very moment?

If you have a strategy to keep kids not from going crazy being inside for so long, HIT ME UP. Please and thank you.

-Amy

WIP on the Slopes

For those of you who are hunkered down this week trying to keep warm and out of the -30 something temps, I feel for you (I’m looking at you, Midwest fam).  I’m mostly jealous though, because I could use a couple days to hide out (as if I don’t already do that every weekend).  Boston is always late to the winter misery.  One day it’s 50 degrees, the next day its 0.  One day we get snow, the next we get rain and it all melts away. Nothing sticks enough to be considered “inconvenient”.

This past weekend we took advantage of the snow we got a couple weeks ago and went to Pat’s Peak to go skiing.  Yes, I skied..after I said I was done for the 100th time.  I can’t escape it, I need to keep trying until I don’t suck, I’ll forever be a “work in progress” on the mountain, and I’m okay with that.  This time was different because Pat’s Peak is known to be a bit more “beginner friendly.”

Instead of bringing my skis, I rented a shorter pair, they were more suitable for my novice skills (or lack thereof).  It was just me and the hubs, so I didn’t feel guilty about holding him back.  I found my green trails and was perfectly content cruising down at a reasonable speed, with little to no risk of colliding into others.  Who knew that shorter skis would give me more control?  I knew that, actually, and I am haunted by the fact I bought skis that are WAY too big.  Wa$te.

I only fell once, and toward the end of the day my ski app tracked me going 32.5 mph, which is a little scary.  I guess I can see the hype and why people like to escape to the mountains on the weekends.  It really is a perk, and the small light at the end of the very cold, dreary, wintery tunnel.  Making the best of the horrid winters is the only way New Englanders stay semi-sane.

It was an enjoyable weekend, which was a perfect prep for this upcoming weekend, which will be borderline intolerable for me since the Pats are in the Superbowl.

I love Superbowl for the commercials, but when the Pats are in it, like they usually are – I just want to hide.  The fans are crazy, especially when they lose, and when they win.  Hopefully it works out for them on Sunday.  If it doesn’t I’ll stay home from work and hide from the outside world, for my own safety, of course.  Go Rams!

Meet the Maker – Bailey edition

Hello friends! The other half of our blog/insta has done her meet the maker post earlier this week, so in efforts to copy her fun facts, I thought I would share a little bit about myself:

I’m Bailey and I live in Boston with the hubs – I’ve been here ~5.5 years now – Whew.  I used to live in Illinois (grew up in a small town, moved to Chicago after college and lived there for 3 years).  I have been knitting for ~3 years and have been crocheting for 2.  I taught myself to crochet on YouTube – it’s much less intimidating than knitting, in my opinion – either way, they both complete me, and keep me sane.

Few fun facts:

  • I grew up in a town of ~30k people and couldn’t wait to get out – After living the city for almost 9 years, I can now say that I appreciate the small-town lifestyle.  I wish it didn’t take me so long.
  • I read 100 books/year for 2 years in a row.  My favorite book is The Nightingale – WW2 historical fiction novels are my weakness.
  • I think Maui is the most beautiful place in the world – I still have a lot to see, but Maui will always be my favorite trip, Italy is my #2. 

Maui ❤️

  • Hygge – I strive for it every day (see below)

Hygge on point

  • If I could only bring 5 things with me on a deserted island, one of them would be Chapstick.  I cannot live without it – I’m an addict, and therefore, their perfect customer.
  • If I ever go missing in a store, I can most likely be found in the blanket section (per above pic, I can never have enough).
  • I love furniture stores and have been scoping out the perfect la-z-boy for my future woman-cave.  I want a rocking one with arm rest compartments for my knits, and snacks.
  • I once watched Shawshank Redemption on repeat for 8-hours straight because I couldn’t find the remote – and I was okay with that – I’m that lazy.
  • I used to love embroidery, sewing and cross stitch when I was younger, I need to pick that back up again.

We would love to hear more about you in the comments!