The Finished Product (or is that Project??)

HA! I'm gonna shock the pants right off you all. You thought I'd never post pictures (rightly so) but I AM.

First I have to say thank you to everyone who leaves me comments. You have no idea how excited I get. Think 5 year old left alone with a whole box of m & m's. That's me. Probably dorky and pathetic, but I think it's so cool that you guys take the time out of your day to say hi to little old me. And Katy even linked me on her blog. I about fell outta my chair when I saw that one. Too freakin cool.

Please excuse the horrible pictures, and the small child jumping hysterically in the background. And my freakisly long fingers.




And here's an artsy fartsy close up. Turned out horrible, but I TRIED!



And one of blocking. Not so interesting anymore once I took a picture of me wearing it, but I'll put it on for good measure.



My doggie decided that the blocking shirt was a perfect dog bed and I spent most of the evening chasing him off it. I'm quite sure he spent the rest of the night after I went to bed on it just to get me back, but as long as I didn't SEE it happen, it didn't. Right?

This past weekend I dragged the whole family over to West Seattle to visit Sue, the owner of little knits. She was super nice, friendly, and so gracious. She even let the hubby and I sniff her yarn. You see, I caught the hubby in the act of yarn sniffing a few weeks ago. Oh he would die if he saw this post. But it's true, he did. It was lovely sock yarn, just begging to be touched, but he took it a step further. And then I had to try it. I'm telling you....SNIFF THAT YARN PEOPLE. Totally new experience. The funny thing? Sue didn't even look twice at us as we blissfully sniffed and touched all her beautiful yarns. There must be more freaks like us out there than we realized.

So anyway, Mr. Drake had ordered a zip up sweater the week before and we were there picking out yarn for it. I love it that my son decides he needs something and comes to me, describing exactly what he wants and has total confidence it'll come out just perfect. Matter of fact he thinks anything can be knit right up. Who needs a needle and thread? My mom has YARN people. And knitting needles. One time he cut a hole in one of his stuffed animals, and told me I could just "knit it right up."

I always seem to go for the same kind of yarn. Smooth, soft, solid colors. Now that I say it, I sound like a TOTALLY BORING knitter. No, sophisticated, right?! So when Drake picked out a fuzzy, self striping yarn I asked him about 15 times if he was SURE. Because it was sooo not what I would've picked out. I already had planned what I wanted him to pick out and repeatedly tried to get him to look at it, but no luck. You see Sue had Thomas trains there, and picking out yarn was something that was taking away from his train playing time.

I totally put off starting the sweater because I didn't want to knit with THAT YARN. Oh, the horrors. I finally made myself start last night. Or was it that Drake kept pulling the yarn out of its storage spot and setting it on my lap. Whatever. I started. And.I.like.it. I am so shocked. It's soft, warm & fuzzy, perfect sweater material.

All you Seattlites, go enjoy the moment of sunshine we have showing it's beautiful head right now. Who knows what'll happen next with the thunderstorms/rain/lightning/grey skies we've been having. Crazy I tell you. I actually watered my garden after the one super hot day we had, and the next day it was pouring. Does that mean I should never water my garden again? Did I jinx us?