Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Go To Scarf



I recently purchased The Go To Scarf pattern (Ravelry link) for $3 from Ellen Gromley of GoCrochet blog. It was great to do a quick, fun and easy scarf using crochet. My favorite aspect of the pattern is the shell stitch, which is five double crochets in one stitch.

Love affair does not describe my addiction to the shell stitch. Grandma Jewell made an afghan using all shell stitches and I had to ask my MIL to put it in another room, because if it was in the living room and I was sitting on the couch with it, lets just say I could not keep my hands off it. I love shell stitches and my MIL knew to keep her mom's afghan safely at her house she had to hide it from me. Ever since I warned her about my love, I haven't seen the afghan. Smart lady, I was going to make off with it.


Anyway, great pattern and now I have a scarf to report as being FO. Woot woot!



In other news, I took James to the doctor on Wednesday of last week to get his Kindergarten shots. He got three. When I asked him if the shots felt like pinches he said, "NO! They felt like Tiger Bites!".

He is now 45 lbs and so many inches tall. I've forgotten. Sorry! All is healthy. One thing I have to say is the eye exam annoyed me. James sees his eye doctor several times a year and the nurse issued an eye exam and failed him. She then starts questioning me about James eyes and him seeing an eye doctor. James was wearing glasses, that was her first clue he has a vision problem. Second when I say he just saw the eye doctor don't TISK at me. I told her to put up the shapes chart and James passed just fine 20/30.

The doctor gave James an exam and included was the "I am a doctor and only doctors are allowed to look at your privates. Is it okay for me to look at your privates?". Sorry, doctor, James has no clue what privates are. I just explained YESTERDAY what privacy means. He just looked at the doctor with his "Whatever" face. Guess I have to consider that conversation pretty soon as I prepare to send him to school. He might try to kiss a girl or show his privates in the bathroom. :S

James got to pee in a cup. Did I tell you about James peeing in a cup at home? No? Okay, he did and when asked why he said, "So I could measure how much I pee. Do you know how much pee I have inside me?". I'm just glad I didn't drink it. It has happened before. I was repressing that memory but it came rushing back when I found the cup. Jon wonders why I sniff things. Humph. You try drinking pee.

Finally, I just want to say, Jesse, Jesse Jesse. I needed a sign at the doctors office that said, "My breath does not smell like poop. It is the pair of underwear in my pocket.".



Peace and Happy Handy Crafting!

8 comments:

gardenofsimple said...

lol! those kids keep your days lively, eh?! ;D

I love the scarf - the color combination is lovely.

Grand Pooba said...

Oh my gosh, so many goodies to comment on! Great scarf, please try not to hump it! Please tell me the whole drinking pee repressed memorie is actually your imagination!!

Natalie said...

Love the scarf :)

I too and falling in love with Shell stitches :) I love how they look and the "feel" of making them! :)

Boo to the nurse doing the eye exam! I guess some people completely skip over the obvious stuff.

hippiehooker said...

I agree, that scarf is sooooo cool! And the colors really pop! Purple looks good on you! Wait'll you take James for a sports physical. I chickened out and let the doctor deal with that one.

Sara said...

Thanks, everyone! I wondered about the scarf being appealing to others, good to know you like it.

And yes, Pooba, it is a real memory. I thought is was Mountain Dew in the fridge. I'm still shuddering.

hippiehooker said...

Please tell me you found out who the culprit was who put pee in the fridge - I bet I was the one who was supposed to think it was Mt Dew, since that is my drug of choice!

Sara said...

Pretty sure Mt. Dew is not your drug of choice, Mom. And I'll give you three guesses to which kid it was, but I'm still blaming Ben.

hippiehooker said...

Ben blames Zak.