Wednesday morning, 7:00 am. Leap out of bed, grab sock yarn. Drive to hospital at just over speed limit. Wake up, begin using full sentences. We stayed in the room with my sister-in-law until the pace picked up, and then were sent downstairs to wait in the lobby, where I got started on my next pair of Jaywalkers. This little girl was born at 1:53 pm on May 23 – her parents’ third wedding anniversary. She is 5 lbs, 11 ounces – too small for her jeans, but I’m sure she’ll grow into them! I plan to visit this afternoon and give her the pants. I can’t wait to see the reaction to them! And you can bet that as soon as she’s old enough, I’ll be teaching Pirate-Niece how to knit. She may be a little uncoordinated for it just now!
The sock is good for traveling and waiting in lobbies (or airport terminals), but this is for working on at home. 660 yards of Morehouse Merino laceweight, wound up and ready to go. This is my tenth try and I’m up to the 12th row. Several of the first few tries were swatches, but I did mess it up a few times before I finally settled on size 5 needles. I think I’ve gotten the hang of the pattern now. Although I was fairly certain of my ability to count higher than ten (twenty, if I take off my socks), now I’m not so certain. I count stitches after every pattern row… and it goes like this:
*counts* 82, DAMN.
*recounts* 81, WOOHOO!
*recounts to be sure* 82, WHAT THE–
*recounts* 81, YAY!
*recounts* Okay, three out of five… 81! YAY!