I'm almost done with my pretty, but slightly annoying, sock yarn baby sweater, and I need to have enough advance warning to get the yarn ready for my next project.
Ironically, after I mentioned here that I was finding the sock yarn sweater, particularly the underarm, problematic, my husband has decided to do the following whenever I am knitting on it:
Him: "Wow, that's looking really good!"
Me: "Oh, thanks. It's coming along."
Him: "I love that colorway! It just knit up so nicely!"
Me: "Thanks. It's Vivien Leigh. Named after the beautiful actress."
Him: "Yeah, it's too bad that underarm just looks so bad. I'd hate for our baby to wear something with an underarm that looks like that. She is going to find that totally unacceptable, because she'll be spending a lot of time inspecting the underarms of clothing, like all of our other babies have done. Are you sure you can't rip it out and redo it a fifth time?"
Me:
He apparently finds the eyebrow of death amusing enough that this joke must be repeated with regularity.
If you're not familiar with my eyebrow of death face, you might be interested in this post.
I recently sat next to a group of unruly teenagers in church, who were not with their parents, but who were being disruptive by whispering, laughing, and ripping up offering envelopes into shapes of animals. (Hello? You guys are 17? My nine year old sitting next to you is far better behaved.)
I calculated my options, which included confronting them, standing up and yelling, "I HAVE HAD JUST ABOUT ENOUGH OF YOU!" while pointing to the offenders, patrolling the aisles for similar looking people who might be their parents, and using the eyebrow of death.
The eyebrow of death, which is silent but highly effective, won. I swept back my bangs, arched my left eyebrow to an epic height, and stared them down. It took four seconds for the boy sitting nearest me to notice. He stopped ripping the envelopes and stared straight ahead. The girl next to him continued to giggle, and he elbowed her and pointed to me. In turn, she elbowed the girl sitting next to her, and the three of them sat quietly for the remainder of the service.
The eyebrow of death is one of the best things I learned as a teacher. I intend to use it forever.
OK, back to my knitting project. Here's what I've got it narrowed down to:
The Eloise Eyelet Cardi:
In Threes:
Ribbed Baby Jacket
Like Sleeves for Babies:
Cascade:
And Dragon Skin Baby Sweater
Once I decide on a pattern, I'll be able to choose a colorway.
What say you?