My husband had informed me earlier in the week that today is the 91st running of the Indy 500 and following that race is the Coca Cola 600. That means a full 1100 miles will be put on the couch today alone!That also means that I have a full 1100 miles of uninterrupted knitting time for ME! Okay....uninterrupted is not exactly going to hold because I'm in charge of "Pit Stops", as I AM the PIT CREW for team Husband, the unchallenged champion spectator of race day Sunday.........meaning that when he comes into the Pit area, I'll have to be ready to drop the knitting for refueling (snack runs) and change out the tires (fluff the cushions and pillows so he won't throw a rod)Combine that with the Encore channel's running of a "Jawsathon" (all four Jaws movies running back to back) on Monday, if I were a betting woman, I'd say that we will be shopping for a new couch by Tuesday!For Race Day Sunday I have started the Two-Toned Ribbed Shrug from Stefanie Japel's "Fitted Knits" book. I am using a Schaefer Yarn for the MC in "Jane Addams" colorway and it will be trimmed in Cascade 220. These colors are perfect for my youngest daughter Janeva who is the intended recipient for this project. I don't usually knit with variegated colored yarn but I'm already loving the yarn and the look it is giving so far.
Grant and I married in 2005. Grant immigrated from Australia to the U.S. in 2005 after a two year long distance relationship. After all the huge phone bills and several trips to the U.S. so he could take me on REAL dates, Grant decided it would be so much easier and cheaper if we both resided in the same zip code. So he made this huge leap, leaving a career, family and practically all the material things one accumulates in a lifetime behind and arrived in Southern California to start a new life with a new wife, her teenage daughters Jillian and Janeva, and their dogs Max and Murphy. Side Note: Murphy has a blog of his own and now apparently only understands Australian.
Shortly after Grant arrived he discovered that I was a KNITTER. He knew I knitted, he thought it was charming that I knitted from time to time. That was his impression BEFORE he arrived.
I wish I had a picture of the first time he opened the closet to claim some space as his own, and found my stash of yarn. Okay, well ONE of my stashes of yarn. I think maybe it was about four months before he found ALL of the yarn that is tucked in various parts of the house, the garage, closets, bowls, in bins, in plastic bags, under beds and in the attic and even in my car.
About four months after Grant's arrival, he got to experience his first earthquake. It was a mild 4.2 in the wee hours of the morning. I woke up startled and threw my arm over Grant to ensure he didn't jump up out of bed not knowing what was going on. When the shaking ended, Grant calmly asked "what was THAT?" I said "An earthquake, don't worry it was a small one and we are all fine." Grant said "no doubt, if it had been a big one we all would have been buffered by falling balls of yarn! No worries!"
A day does not go by without an outburst of laughter somewhere in the midst of our normal chaos or a simple explanation is offered of "It's okay, he's Australian" by myself or one of my daughters to a puzzled onlooker.Life is an adventure when the subtle cultural differences and language barriers are factored in with the normal grind and routine of an otherwise typical life.Finding out what we will get when my husband orders dinner at the drive up window in his thick Australian accent makes fast food one of those simple little unexpected surprises.
Welcome to my blog, to our adventures and all the knitting. Perhaps we can put you in stitches as well.
