Maybe this is a sign I should stop…

Is it Christmas? Now, I’m just asking because all of a sudden, out of no where, I am gift knitting…a lot. Granted, my Dad’s socks are belated beyond all shame. They were supposed to be his birthday gift and another pair for Father’s day (all within a week of each other). I finally got the yarn for those and cast on the first pair Tuesday night. This is a pattern of my own design, which I will be posting here, for your knitting enjoyment, at the end of the month. They are cotton dress socks for all the gentlemen in your life. I kitchenered the first one off last night at Stitch ‘n Bitch (yes, I went, more on that later). These are knit on two circs and with your choice of either Esprit by Elann or Cascade Fixation.

A close up of the stitch design. Very GQ. Dad will love them. My Dad is a minister and I love to think of him wearing his hand knit dress socks behind the pulpit.

I mentioned that my co-worker is expecting twins, well his wife is anyway. Also they are fraternal twins, a boy and a girl. Could you ask for more fun babies to knit for? So I dove into the stash for some peaches ‘n cream. I have finished two bibs, one pink and one blue, and I’m currently working on burp clothes for them.

So I was knitting along like a woman possessed Tuesday night, switching back and forth between socks and bibs, when I noticed that my index finger on my right hand was a bit touchy. I stopped knitting and looked down in amazement. I had knit so much that my finger tip had popped open? It looked like a little seem had ripped open on my finger. Now what? Do I stop knitting until it heals? Is this a sign that perhaps I should cool it for a while? Do I press on making it longer and worse? Nope, I did what any good knitter with a deadline would do. I crazy glued my finger back together and kept on going.

Last night I went to the other local knitting group I found, a Stitch ‘n Bitch. I had a great time. They are a group of younger folks (most my age) that meet once or twice a month at the local Starbucks. We had a great time, I will definitely be going back. All skill levels were equally represented and they are a bit more animated/liberal than the other Thursday night group. I love them both and will be attending both.

It’s funny though, yet again, I find myself stuck in that weird gap with folks my own age. Funny how a teen pregnancy kind of separates you from your peers. All of my friends are and have been, at the very least, ten years older than I am. I always thought by now that I would be on the same page with people my age. Nope. I see a lot of myself in these young couples, only, ten years ago. Newly married, setting up a household for the first time, planning out your career and how you want your life to go. The things that are important and exciting to you then. I like this group as it lets me live vicariously through them, that part that I missed. My ex-husband and I went from newlyweds to parents in a matter of months. We never got to experience that whole married-without-kids phase. Even now, as I am a newlywed once more (ok, ok, it’s been a year, we still act like newlyweds) it’s different. We have a wonderful, smart, and beautiful young lady with us. We were instantly a family when I got remarried. And you know what? I wouldn’t have it any other way. I watched and listened last night with a secret knowing smile. I could see how much their lives will change over the next few years. What a blessed time they are in now, and what blessed times will come when they start having children. This group is good for me. They give me a chance to reflect on how far I have come and they also give me the chance to step back, even for just one evening a month, and be a normal 28 year old newlywed.

And here she is, my sweet darling girl, who has changed my life for the good, forever. She is a preteen. I just realized that the other day. I nearly had to pick myself up off the floor. How did we get here? Wasn’t she 3 yesterday? And now she’s 11 and going into middle school. I’m terrified. If I have learned anything over these past 11 years it is God’s goodness and how important our trust and faith in Him is.


7 Responses to Maybe this is a sign I should stop…

  1. Shannon says:

    I had my daughter when I was 16 and I always find myself “hanging out” with people who are older than me. The only person that is my age became a mom at the age of 19. Little Fuzzy Britches looks just like you.

  2. I hope your finger gets better! Ouch! Good thing for crazy glue huh? That is going to be one fab pair of socks for your Dad. Love the pattern on the calf.
    Monkey looks excited to be playing with sparklers! She looks so much like you!
    I became a mom at 18, and I too find my friends to be older than me.

  3. Brigitte says:

    Yes, I agree Fuzzy Britches, Part Deux does look like you!

    I wasn’t the least bit worried you would stop knitting. I doubt I would have even noticed I had cut myself.

  4. Mom says:

    I had you when I was 24 years old and my best friend is 11 years older than me and most of my other friends run a little older. There goes your theory.

  5. traceyleezle says:

    Yes, but until you met Carol, all your friends have been around your age Mom, so sorry, you can’t be in our club.

  6. Umm… is your finger ok dear?

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