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A series of fortunate events January 31, 2005

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Margene_contest_1 In addition to the fabulously generous spa gift, I also received my prize from Margene’s YNBA contest.  Thanks Margene.  I do love that Sockotta sock yarn.  And the pink alpaca will become a Flower Basket shawl for Gracie.  I am thinking up a contest for the blog.  Details to be announced soon.  Oh, and here is a photo Ann took on Friday.Katy_knits_surprise

Cameron is home sick.  He is good company so that is fortunate as well.  Poor thing begged to go to school.  Gracie will bring home school work. 

Owen really enjoyed his birthday.  The bowling alleys were crowded so we opted for Chuck E Cheese.  He can independently play Skeeball.  Lots of gutters but an accomplishment nonetheless.  And Gracie and Cameron gave all of the tickets to Owen.  Those two never cease to amaze me with their kindness to Owen. 

Very little knitting this weekend…but others have been very busy knitting on their St. BrigidKim is making phenomenal progress, even with her frozen pipe woes.  Vicki is closing in on her 6th repeat but thinks she needs a 7th.  I am desperately jealous of their progress.

 

With great thanks January 29, 2005

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It was a quiet day at the shop yesterday.  Kind of the lull before the sale.  Ann from Purling Swine stopped by to show us her fab Farmhouse Poncho.  When she took out her camera I told her she was grasping for blog fodder.  But she presented me with thisGift

It was a gift card for a spa in the city and a lovely card.  Organized by Nancy, several bloggers had gotten together and gave me this very generous gift to a fabulous spa in the city!  I was shocked.  Stunned.  And oh so grateful for their kindness, generosity and caring.

Reflecting back on my year of blogging, I am not really sure why I started blogging.  It has certainly brought more to my life than I ever expected.  There are so many remarkable women who knit–who share a passion.  And yet, we share even more.  It has been a far greater blessing than I ever would have imagined. 

Nancy, Ann, Laurie, Kerstin, Annie, Karen, Rachael, Norma, Joanne, and Susan.  Thank you for your incredible kindness in not only this gift but your words of support, encouragement, understanding and friendship.  And all of the remarkable people who have helped me through some pretty dark days and often helping to show the light and light-hearted.  Thank you.

 

Happy Birthday Owen January 28, 2005

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Copy_of_halloween_008_3 Today is Owen’s 5th birthday.  I can hardly believe that my youngest child is turning 5.  I can’t say it seems like just yesterday that he was a baby because these have been long and difficult years.  But I have witnessed great progress too.  Before our children are even conceived we have so many dreams and ideas of what their lives might be like.  It is hard to let those dreams go and find new dreams but we do. 

Five is somewhat bittersweet.  He is no longer a toddler.  He is a boy.  He is school aged and will no longer be treated as a preschooler.  The expectations will continue to rise and the gap may continue to widen.  And I will continue to fight for his best interests.

I had some post written in my head but Owen’s home teacher, whom we have had for just over 2 years, informed us she will be cutting back from 5 to 2 days a week.  I hate changes.  No doubt she will leave Owen this summer.  It is hard to let go of someone whom you trust with your child.  But we knew this time would have to come. 

Yesterday I brought McDonald’s to his school for lunch.  When asked pizza or chicken—Owen said “chicken” or “chichen”.  He handed out the Happy Meals and passed out Catch-a-Bubble to his classmates.  We sang Happy Birthday and ate Munchins.  Today we will go bowling with Michelle and Kevin will come home early for a birthday dinner.  He likes to open presents…always a thrill.  I would have liked to finish his sweater but I will have it to him by next week. 

I wish you all the happiest of days.  And Owen I wish you not only a happy day but a very happy and blessed life.  I love you little boy. 

 

January 27, 2005

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WELCOME TO HOLLAND

                                     by Emily Perl Kingsley

I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability – to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It’s like this……

When you’re going to have a baby, it’s like planning a fabulous vacation trip – to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It’s all very exciting.

After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, "Welcome to Holland."

"Holland?!?" you say. "What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I’m supposed to be in Italy. All my life I’ve dreamed of going to Italy."

But there’s been a change in the flight plan. They’ve landed in Holland and there you must stay.

The important thing is that they haven’t taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It’s just a different place.

So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.

It’s just a different place. It’s slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you’ve been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around…. and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills….and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.

But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy… and they’re all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say "Yes, that’s where I was supposed to go. That’s what I had planned."

And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away… because the loss of that dream is a very very significant loss.

But… if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn’t get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things … about Holland.

c1987 by Emily Perl Kingsley. All rights reserved

 

Filed under: Uncategorized — katy @ 6:22 pm

WELCOME TO HOLLAND

                                     by Emily Perl Kingsley

I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability – to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It’s like this……

When you’re going to have a baby, it’s like planning a fabulous vacation trip – to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It’s all very exciting.

After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, "Welcome to Holland."

"Holland?!?" you say. "What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I’m supposed to be in Italy. All my life I’ve dreamed of going to Italy."

But there’s been a change in the flight plan. They’ve landed in Holland and there you must stay.

The important thing is that they haven’t taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It’s just a different place.

So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.

It’s just a different place. It’s slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you’ve been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around…. and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills….and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.

But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy… and they’re all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say "Yes, that’s where I was supposed to go. That’s what I had planned."

And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away… because the loss of that dream is a very very significant loss.

But… if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn’t get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things … about Holland.

c1987 by Emily Perl Kingsley. All rights reserved

 

Finally Owen January 24, 2005

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I finally started Owen’s sweater.  This is overdue by about 3 years!  I started one based on a Debbie Bliss design when he was 2 in Mission Falls cotton.  With thFinally_owene help of my LYS owner in MA, I converted it to the round and screwed it up.  It was too big in some spots and too small in others.  Gauge issues. 

This is a KP&S top down pullover knit in Sirdar Denim Sport Aran.  My mom and I were laughing.  Yes, we think we are yarn snobs but we both love this yarn.  Together, we knit a pullover for Cameron in this yarn.  And we knit, together, Gracie’s poncho in the chunky.  I have more of it to knit a cable pullover for my nephew.  You can really feel the cotton in the yarn. 

We survived the blizzard.  Granny closed the shop early on Saturday.  Although it was busy in the morning and that whole week–people stocking up for the big one!  Clapotis has been neglected while I work on Owen’s sweater.  I love top down patterns.  They seem to go so quickly.  Owen is home with me today.  His school was closed.  The other two were greatly disappointed.  We will go play with his little girlfriend after.  He is quite the ladies’ man.

I am still floating on air with his progress.  He is so obviously intelligent–yet locked inside his mind.  The expectations of his progress have always been high.  Except for the first neurologist who diagnosed his autism.  She told us he would go to school till he was 21 then move into an apartment style residence and we were lucky because in the past, they would have just institutionalized him right away.  At 2.  She was an idiot. 

There are still no guarantees that he will talk.  But his ability to learn–even without being formally taught–opens so many doors for him.  We may have a fight ahead of us with our school district to keep Owen at his school.  As his progress was slow, we were concerned they would send him to a less intense school or decrease the academic learning and focus more on the life skills.  But we now have a powerful argument to keep him where he is.  I guess I used to feel cautiously optimistic.  Now I have thrown all caution to the wind and I am just optimistic.  And I will end with a final picture of Owen geared up for the snow.Owen_blizzard_105

 

Socks and scarf is a lame title January 20, 2005

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Socks_and_scarf_003 Alright, I didn’t post a picture last night.  Kevin and I just made googly eyes at each other over a bowl of popcorn and Lost.  Thanks for sharing my excitement over Owen’s astounding accomplishment.

I am also posting a picture of some socks my mom knit for me…a long time ago.  I am a bit ashamed at how dingy the off white ones are.  They are the Latvian Socks by Nancy Bush.  Margene is planning to make them.  I thought mine were in red too but I am not sure what pattern the red socks are.  Mom, can you remember.  I love my handknitted socks from her.  Socks for me are next although the kids are asking for more for them. Socks_and_scarf_001 Socks_and_scarf_002

Ellen’s stockings from Folk Knitting in Estonia.