The F-Word

No, not that F word… Forty, as in I am forty today.

I remember when my mom turned forty, I was 9 and never doubted that she was old. Mom will turn 71 on Friday, and I’m thinking old is more like 90!

No major birthday plans, I opened cards from my parents and aunts and uncles this morning and am now carefully plotting my purchases. We will have a family party with B’s family this evening before B and his dad have to rush off to band practice. I’m planning to spend the day knitting on my Sock Knitter’s Pentathlon sock two, since it’s supposed to be finished by the end of the month. Plus I want to get it done so I can start so socks that will “count” for Summer of Socks!

The photos are of a long delayed reporting of an actual FO. At the end of May I decided to knit a baby hat for the impending arrival for B’s boss and wife. I took some Yarn Pirate BFL with us to the beach for Memorial Day week-end and planned to knit the Norwegian Sweet Baby Cap. Apparently it was not meant to be. After starting five times and having to rip for one reason or another I decided to do something different. Since we were at the beach with limited Internet access, I grabbed More Sensational Knitted Socks (I had brought that) and started looking through. I found the Sailor’s Rib pattern and made up a baby hat from there. I’m pretty pleased with the results, I think I may try making it again and actually take notes this time! Ravtails are here.