Stalled

I’ve hit my ‘getting to the end of February’ block. You know, that- I hate February but what I really hate is March type mentality? Honestly I’ve just been stalled.

So you know how I keep bringing up last years failed sock plan? Well what I didn’t tell you is that at one point, right after my Granma left, she had inspired me to get back into the sock/crafting/general life habit and I totally did knit a pair of socks!

Which I didn’t post. Why? Why didn’t I post these socks? As you can see, they’re quite nice and this is after I’ve been wearing them nonstop. (Even though it’s a mild and super nice! winter, my feet get cold easily so I’m in love with these.)

(Uhh, I’m going to say that it’s because I’m wearing two pairs of socks here and that is the reason why I look like I have serious cankles.)

Usually when I post pictures of my socks it’s right after they’re off the needles and I’m trying to take pictures right away before they get floppy or weird. So you see them in their infant stages. That’s something I feel like most knitting bloggers do. You get the fresh faced and beautiful pics of socks that haven’t been tarnished by the cold unfeeling world of misery, etc., etc.- you know, cheery uplifting stuff.

But this is the real life of a sock. These socks have seen things. They’ve… done things, things they’d rather not talk about. They’re real and hardened.

Still, I think they look pretty good. Even with the random fuzz and things that inevitably happen because I don’t take care of things and my Dad’s like, if you don’t get your oil changed at precisely the right time you might as well just throw your car up on cinder blocks in the front yard, you hear me Linds?!

Yeah Dad, we all hear you on that one.

So those were my last-ditch-attempt-at-glory socks from last year. I have had them done for like, four months? Anyways, the pattern is Charade and I can’t recommend them enough. The yarn is perfect too. It’s the koigu that I got when we went to Seattle. You can get koigu close to you but I just like looking at yarn and being like, aw, I got that on that one trip. It’s transcontinental yarn. How sweet.

Speaking of seeing socks after time and the cold unfeeling world has had its’ way with them. I want to show you something that really gets me mad. Well, mad in the puff out my cheeks and say “goll darn it” sort of way.

Does anyone know what the crap is going on here? Has anyone had these loops happen? I’ve washed these socks twice! The first time I saw one loop but was like… oh, well maybe washing them again will get it to even out and pull back in. (Don’t question my logic. Just go with me here.) So, of course, that happened.

I was so irritated. I mean, that’s not some cheap crappy yarn. That’s Lorna’s and I love that pattern! But I’m afraid to wear these again because there’s no good place it can go from here. Unless you’re going to tell me to hand was them. But even then, hand washing them won’t get those loops to magically… unloop(?) will it?

HELP! 

I guess I just didn’t want to admit to the internet that I have knitting problems that have been getting me down. But now I’m on a roll so, here’s the real problem. I’ve been working on and off on this sock yarn sweater, right? And I was making really good progess, like just a few inches from separating off for the arms type progress when I pulled it out of my bag while out with some friends and noticed:

Ahhhhh- what the fuck is that? Where did that giant hole come from? So I started looking at the whole sweater and noticed a bunch of loops from where it had been pulled apart. I’m blaming a certain cat who has her claws at this point.

But… I couldn’t blame my cat for the partially melted tiny chocolate bar that I found in it. I blame Halloween for that one.

Ugh, that hole. But isn’t the yarn so beautiful? Also, aren’t the random cat hairs on it even more beautiful? This is a lot of ammunition for judgement. I accept that.

Secret Project Revealed: John’s Room

I disappeared again.

Let’s take a minute or two to talk about old houses, shall we?

Old houses have been around long enough to have their own personalities. The initial phrase people use is usually ‘charming’. As in, what a charming old house this is! You have to focus on the charming to get past the fact that nothing is going to go right when you’re working on an old house. Or at least, it’s never going to be perfect- but what house is? They’re like people that way, kind of wonderful. (Often frustrating.)

This is John’s room.

I love John, he’s a wonderful husband and friend. He’s also a dictator of a big brother and a very devoted son. He does a lot for the people in his life that he feels deserve the best. He’s always going out of his way to make my life as perfect as possible and sometimes I get teary just thinking about how great he is because I’m that kind of sap. Honestly, words will never express how much he means to me, so I’m not going to bore you trying. You get the point: John does a lot for others but he’s never really focused on himself or what he wants.

That’s my job.

So while John was planning a trip for his job, I was trying to come up with ideas for what to do for him. Originally he was planning on being out of town for two weeks. (Two weeks at the beginning of February, in Des Moines. All of that sounds like a fantasy work trip, right?) With two weeks, I could do it all right?!

Or maybe I could just… clean.

That corner confused me the most. It reminded me of Toom’s from the X-files. Only instead of bile and newspaper, I thought John might be making a nest out of old socks and clothes.

Let me show you a few problem areas that John had been looking at every day.

The people before the last owner were big fans of starting projects but not finishing them. (The last owner didn’t do anything to the house except cover it in bird seed and glitter.) So as you can see here, they painted the ceiling but let it come down onto the wall. Maybe they were planning on painting the wall eventually… None of the walls have been painted in the house though. Half of them are in various stages of (bad) repair, with a lot of drywall tape making appearances in weird places.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The doors all looked like this at the top of their frames.

Plus his room had the worst corner in the whole house. Which also happened to be right next to his computer. He told me that he hated seeing that corner because it just reminded him of how much work needed to be done.

Before we get to the in progress shots: there was one wall next to a chimney that runs through his room that was the worst as far as the walls go. Any wall next to a chimney- especially a plaster wall, is going to have cracks. If it gets to the point that you can see it, that means that there’s even more going on beneath the surface. You should actually do some wall repair so that you don’t just paint it and it shows up ten times worse a week after you’ve painted it.

Now you can actually see what I was working against. Every crack had to be caulked, taped and then mudded over with drywall mud. Sanded and then mudded again until it was smooth and blended with the wall.

That’s a lot of work. Which wouldn’t have been so bad if I’d had the right tools. When I finally got around to sanding, I only had 200 grit sandpaper. Which made me want to die. (I needed more like 80.) My dad got a bunch of tearful messages that week and he decided to show up and see what was going on. When he saw the sandpaper I was using her was like, “that’s like bringing a knife to a gun fight, Linds- no wonder you’re having problems.” Then he showed me how to use a power sander. All that I worried about after that was choking to death on drywall dust in the frenzied tornado it caused.

Well, okay, maybe that didn’t get rid of all my worries.

There were some major problems near the window. Problems I didn’t even know how to begin addressing. Once I pulled that big piece of plaster out of there that was just floating around, I found I had more questions than solutions. So I decided to just ‘throw some mud at it.’ A phrase my dad was fond of using this past summer when we were working on the upstairs. (Which I still haven’t gotten around to posting pictures of, sorry!)

My Dad knows he’s awesome. Also- see that corner? That’s the same one that had the hole.

John’s Dad and brother came over and helped us move the big book case so we could paint the wall behind it. If they hadn’t, it would have stayed how it was originally and that would have been fine. But I was glad that they helped us because the room looks so much more put together with every wall painted.

John also had his work trip cut short to a week. Meaning all of the things that I wanted to do also got cut short. I had plans for this and that, but here’s where we were after a week:

Can you tell that he’s a fan of maps?

It definitely looks different. What do you guys think? Have you ever tried to surprise someone while they were out of town? How did it go over? I still have plans to get a rug and a few other things to bring the room together but now all of the big stuff is out of the way. Plus, he was genuinely surprised by the whole thing. I thought for sure he knew what was going on because I’m terrible at keeping secrets but he had no idea what was up.   [<- that link takes you to a movie of his reaction.]

Seriously though- tell me what you think in the comments!