I love the idea of knitting circles but I am shy. I am too intimidated to join a group of people that I do not know. I had attended a knitting night at a nearby town a year ago and everyone was nice. It was right before my cruise and I remember stopping for a milkshake. It was single digit temperatures but I was 7 weeks pregnant. I told the other knitters that I would not be there for the next two weeks because I was going on vacation but I would be back after. And I never returned.
So I created a facebook group for local friends who knit or crochet or want to learn. We had our first knit night. It was a small group because some people got caught up with work responsibilities but that happens. I am optimistic that there will be more knit nights.
This is the beginning of The Little Sister Dress. The yarn is the discontinued Caron Natural Spa in Berry Frappe. I haven't made much for the Little Miss because I am trying to use up some old acrylic. I found this yarn which was a Secret Santa gift from a co-worker who knit back in 2009. I have never felt inspired to make not striped socks so this seemed perfect for this project.
This is how I intended for St. Patrick's Weekend to go:
Spend Friday night relaxing after a long week.
Saturday morning go to the special St. Patrick's Mass at my church with Irish music and soda bread afterwards.
Catch the parade because some fresh air would be good for Little Miss.
Saturday afternoon we could catch up with some friends.
Sunday go to Mass and clean my house for my first ever knit night with friends.
This is what really happened this St. Patrick's Weekend:
Spent Friday night eating Chinese food and drinking a hot toddy because I knew I was getting sick. Hubby feels sick too. Luckily for him, he isn't breastfeeding so he can take the good cold medicine.
Friday overnight I felt so sick. I barely had the strength to give Little Miss a bottle in the middle of the night (this week she lost her appetite so for a few days, I was feeding her an ounce or two each hour. Luckily she has getting her appetite back.) You know you are sick when you are grown up and find yourself wishing you had your mother. If anything, I wished my mother was there to take care of Little Miss so I could lie in bed and be miserable.
Needless to say we didn't make it to the special St. Patrick's Mass at my church with Irish music and soda bread afterwards.
It was freezing rain so we did not catch the parade where the fresh air would be good for Little Miss.
We decided to run some errands. We got Little Miss ready and had a mishap with the baby nail clippers. So we had to deal with that.
We didn't see any friends.
Not how I pictured Little Miss's first St. Patrick's weekend going. I was so excited. I had three Irish grandparents (okay, they were children of Irish immigrants) so 3/4 of my ancestry is Irish. Hubby is only 1/8 Irish which makes the Little Miss 7/16 Irish American or I guess you could just say about a half. I wanted to expose her to her heritage. I guess there is always next year. And Irish Music Fest in Saratoga in September.
Nothing much to say so I am afraid this will be a short post. Hubby and I had a date night at the piano bar which was loads of fun. Unfortunately the Little Miss is under the weather. :-( Let's hope for a better weekend next weekend.