The Red Sweater

The Red Sweater

Well, it’s finished! I apologize for the bad photo quality, but getting a 4 year old to sit still for photo is extremely difficult.

As you can see, this is more-or-less the same sweater as I made in December, with the exception of color and the adding of the hood. He calls this his “Daniel Tiger Sweater.” He loves that he matches his father.

Now I’m working on a new Father’s Day Cardigan to make up for the horrific one I made the first time through. If all goes well, the whole family will have hand-knit sweaters to wear this winter!

What’s on my needles? – December 2018

What’s on my needles? – December 2018

This month, after the complete and utter failure of my attempt at the Father’s Day Cardigan , I have decided to simplify. I have started on a Neighborly Cardigan . Learning from my prior mistakes, I have purchased MUCH more yarn than I think the project needs, to ensure that it’ll come out as handsome as it is in my head. Thus far, it does not disappoint. This is the best cable work I have ever done in my life, and I attribute that to the fact that it’s a very simple cable repeat, so it’s easier for me to focus on consistency.

If this project goes well, I will also be making a miniature red version for my 4 year old, so he can dress up like Daniel Tiger!

 

Kupo?

So yesterday morning, my husband is talking to our cat.

“I already fed you, Kupo. Kupo, I don’t have any wet food. I’ll tell you what Kupo, I’ll buy some more next payday.”

then he stopped and turned to me

“You named the cat Kupo so you could trick me into talking like a moogle, didn’t you?”

BUSTED.

I miss Sweden a lot today

I don’t know what it is, but I really miss Sweden today.

Maybe I just miss my mother.

Maybe the fact that I’m watching SVT lately and studying Swedish just reminds me of all the good times I had over there.. idk.

I just wish I could just drop my entire life right now and move to Sweden. Even if it meant I’d be a poor foreigner in a new land, I would do it, if the immigration laws would let me.

I know.. I have to learn the language and get a job offer.. so I can get a work visa. I know learning the language isn’t a /requirement/ .. but I have limited skills so far, so I figured at least it’d help in the whole trying to get a job offer part of things…

I don’t need or want to be rich, I just want a stable job and to be able to hopefully buy my mom’s house when her and Lars retire to a warmer climate. I love that house… not only because it’s gorgeous and has a beautiful view.. but because it has so much family history.. I just can’t bear the idea of a stranger ever getting it.. and I know that sounds weird especially considering it’s only even in my family by marriage.. but that’s how I feel. The second I stepped foot in that house, it felt like home.

Sometimes I still close my eyes and imagine I’m there, and that’s how I fall asleep.