The rents are in!
Well, we have a new maintenance guy working with our housing area and he came knocking this morning. Let me tell you, Heather, you left too soon! He is older than our main guy but smokin’ hot in a rough and manly kind of way! Anyway, he came by with the rent schedule and the lease offer for our unit when they go civilian in January. Amazingly, I think we are getting a good deal. The market rent for non-military is $1262 for my unit, which is INSANE! Yes, it is a 4-bedroom, but they were originally built as low-income, subsidized housing so are very governmental in appearance. There is NOTHING new or spiffy about them, so I really doubt they are going to get that kind of rent for them. Add to that, this area is just not that economically able to pay that amount for something like this, and those that are, would spend it on a house or something fancier. However, they ae offering soldiers who sign the lease and much better and more economical deal. Our rent is our BAH, whatever it may be for the rank in question, minus $160. Our BAH is $1147 so our rent will be $987. We could probably find a house for cheaper, BUT whatever less in rent we would pay would be made up and exceeded by the cost of electricity and gas for a larger place. The only additional utility we have to pay here is electricity. So we will end up probably making a little money from staying here as tenants. I did notice on the sheet they gave us with the rents on it that we have 4 bedroom townhouses here, which I didn’t even know!! They are the same rent for us, regardless of size, so I am trying to get ahold of them to see if the difference is size is an incentive to move into one of them. Heather had a 3 bedroom townhouse and hers was bigger than my 4 bedroom single level! So, I guess we’ll see!
A shrug for Kiki!
I decided,a fter a bad day, that I deserved to make something for me! Amazing, since I rarely do that! I found a great pattern for a ruffle shrug on the Coats & Clark. I have posted 2 pics of my WIP in the Wearables album in my crafty gallery. It is so simple, just dc and a dc v-stitch. It is worked from wrist to center back in two pieces, sewn up the back. The ruffle is added to the wrist and other edges after it is constructed. I worked on it for maybe 1½ hour and I am almost halfway done with the 1st piece. I only have about 10 more rows of the sleeve pattern and then the next 10″ or so is just even rows of dc to form the back, which will work up in a flash! I love it! And it will match my new bag and all the other accessories I have made with the two yarns from the bag!
The Finished Product!
I finally finished my bag, otherwise known as the “crochet,… whatever!”! You can see it HERE in all its glory! The flap doesn’t lay as flat as it should, but with some blocking it will be fine. The pattern called for a slip stitch edging on it and I like the finished touch it gives it. The pics really don’t show it off well, because it really does look good, IMHO! I have already started my next project, an afghan for a Christmas present. It is done mostly in 2 shades of green in Red Heart Soft Yarn, in Guacomole (4420) and Grass Green (4412). I have an afghan book called All-American Crochet Afghans and there is an afghan called City Blocks. I am not doing the whole afghan, but I liked the biggest block in it so I am basing my afghan off that. I’ll have pics soon!
Housing Drama
Well, things went downhill yesterday in the housing arena. I was busily folding laundry when there was a knock on the door. I answered it and it was the property manager for our housing area. My building consists of 4 apartments (only two of which are occupied), 2 up and 2 down. The upstairs units have a door into the common foyer and a second door to their balcony which overlooks the front of the building. Their yards are in the back of the building. The garden apartments (which we have) have a door out from the living room to the yard and a front door to the foyer and our yard is out front. The foyer has a front and a back door. We rarely use the front door during the summer so I am rarely in the foyer. Well, I don’t know what brought him into our building but there he was. In the foyer downstairs, there is a bit of a cubbyhole, formed by the stairs turning halfway up. And it was full of garbage and what appeared to be poop. Since I am the downstairs tenant, I got the knock. Well, it isn’t my garbage, it is that of the kids upstairs. These kids run wild around here, and have been involved in more than one case of vandalism. I don’t think he believed me at first, but he went upstairs. I don’t know exactly what was said, but he came backstairs to show me more damage and to tell me that she had said there was a stray cat that came in. I have seen no such thing, but whatever. Apparently she also implied that my kids were responsible. Our whole foyer was JUST recarpeted from another stray cat that had peed all over. They also repainted the entire area and it looks great. well, her kids took red paint and made hand prints all over the wall leading to the back door and drew all over that door with black marker. It was awful. I told the guy that I have called housing at least 4 times, as had other neighbors, and nothing was ever done. They walk their dog in MY yard and don’t clean up after it. They get into other people’s stuff and throw it all over. They throw their garbage all over our yard and I am sick of having to clean up after them. I told him that I understood that he was doing his job, but that if he had any doubt to talk to Chris the maintenance guy about me. I told him he could ask any of the moms around here about whether my kids are running out and about. Heather can atest to the fact that I am a hardass about that. My kids don’t play anywhere except in our yard or in the little playground in our cul-de-sac without me, Corey or Donovan. Not so much because I don’t trust them, but to keep them out of situations were they can be blamed. I was pissed as hell about the whole thing, although I did get a call later from the property guy thanking me for my assistance and that he knew I was not responsible. I noticed later, when I went to show Corey, the paint is now off the wall and door where someone tried to clean it off. This literally was just painted. And to top it off, she came to my door just after all this went down. I didn’t answer but I could hear her bitching. While I try not to wear my husband’s rank, it is NOT a great move to confront the wife of a soldier who outranks your own husband by a lot in a building of only the two families. ESPECIALLY since I have tried to point this stuff out a bunch of times so they wouldn’t get in trouble! AARRGGHH!!
My grandfather,…
My grandfather passed away almost 10 years ago September 15. His birthday was the 26th of August. And for the first time in 10 years, I forgot. I knew it beforehand, but with so many things going on, I forgot. I realized it yesterday and I cried for hours. I love my grandfather so much and it kills me that I let it slip my mind. I love you, Grandpa, and I am sorry. Happy belated birthday.
Camouflage Chronicles
Corey called me this morning to tell me that his orders are finally fully out of the system! They have been telling him that for weeks on this end, but because of them still being in the system, it caused him to be bumped out of BNCOC, but now he can get back in, thank goodness.
He also found out that they are no longer fully slotted for Afghanistan next spring/summer. Now, on the surface, that sounds good, but not really. They have been put on call 24/7 with the Strategic Task Force. These are the guys that respond within 24-72 hours to hot spots throughout the worlf, whether it be a natural disaster or a military matter. And they still are training for Afghanistan since chances are they will end up going anyway. So now he has the chance to be gone even more than before! Oh, joy!
Ty baby blues!
I love my Ty baby, I really do, but last night, he drove me nuts! I went to bed at about 12:30 and had just fallen asleep when someone who shouldn’t have been there touched me. I woke up screaming my fool head off at 1:00am. It was Ty. Apparently the massive thunderstorm woke him up and scared him. So I cuddled for awhile until I HAD to pee. Donovan was still awake so he carried him back to his bed and I went back to sleep. 3:00am comes and he woke me up again, more screaming on my part. Scared the hell out of me. As much as I love them both, being sandwiched between Corey and Ty is no fun, as they are HUGE bed hogs. 5:00am came and I made Corey put him back in his own bed. FINALLY, sleep, blessed sleep! Yeah, right. 7:00 am, and there is Ty again. We cuddled again and I gave up on sleep! AARRGGHH!
Way too many pictures!
I spent some time in the past couple of days putting all my pictures from the past year and then some into my gallery. Now it is all nicely organized and pretty. I also discovered that I have taken a TON of pictures! Maybe I have an addiction?!
The Sunny Set bag!
Well, I finally finished the body of the bag I am making. The example in the pattern was done with a guacomole green with white stripes. The strap was in the green and the granny square flap was green, white, and raspberry. My version has a totally different feel to it. The body is in the Aran Fleck and the flap is Aran Fleck and Choco Cherry. The top row in the pattern ws supposed to be just a simple slip stitch around the top. I wanted more of a obvious stripe of color so I used a sc around it and then did the slip stitch. It is a lot roomier than I thought it would be from the picture, but I love it! You can see pics of it’s WIP in the first three pictures in the Bags album HERE!
The unexciting life of a SAHM!
I have sat here and stared at my blog for quite some time, trying to come up with something remotely interesting to blog about. And,… I have come up with nothing! Which, I suppose, has led me to write about something, even if that something is nothing. Can you tell I have not had coffee this morning?! That is the downfall of being a SAHM sometimes, that lack of anything interesting ever happening! As much as I love being a SAHM, sometimes you just wish for a little more excitement! I suppose it doesn’t help that when I was in the Army, even when in a job I didn’t necessarily like, things were always fast paced and something different was always happening. I kind of miss that rush. I spent so many years of my life in that kind of world and even though I have been out of it for 4 years, I still feel like a soldier at heart. I was one of those rare breed of soldiers that REALLY loved the Army and all that it stood for. I know that getting out was the right thing to do and I am glad I did. But I definately miss being challenged. Laundry and cleaning just doesn’t do it for me!! Although, I do love me a Magic Eraser!!
Cherry KoolAid + Green Tea = YUCK!
The pitchers for the KoolAid and the iced tea are exactly the same. So I generally Sharpie the lids so we know which is which. Well, it has worn off and I just hadn’t bothered to do it again. So I pulled out the pitcher, noticing as I did that it was heavier than I had remembered, poured myself a glass. Then I realized that it didn’t smell like green tea. No, it was invisible Cherry KoolAid. YUCK! I dumped it out and rinsed it out and tried again. Apparently, I didn’t rinse it well enough because the resulting tea was DISGUSTING!! Not a combination that I would ever recommend!
Thank Goodness for Caffeine!
This is one of those days that I am beyond grateful for caffeine, especially in the coffee variety! I got to sleep in a bed again last night and let me tell you, I have never been so inamorate of a Sealy mattress! But 5am came way too early, but I guess that is to be expected since it is, in fact, 5am! I reset the alarm for 7am, as usual, I managed to stress myself into not really sleeping. I always do that, telling myself I have to hurry up and sleep, and then, like the neurotic I am, I never really do. Hence, my love of my coffee!!
CraftyPod Podcast
For my listening pleasure this morning, I am listening to the latest CraftyPod podcast, which is about BurdaStyle. I had never heard of this website before, but I went to look and it is fantastic, if you are of the crafty sewing type. It has a ton of patterns and tutorials and is more of a community than just a website. The patterns are all copyright free, which is really nice. They have areas where members can post pics of the things they have made and it is really interesting to see how 10 people can take the same patterns and make them into 10 completely different pieces. I love things like that, seeing how differently the creative eye can be turned to the same base. The only problem is that the sizes top out at about a 16, but they are developing a whole new line with a larger range of sizes. But many of them I think could be easily sized to fit the larger sizes. I can’t wait to try some of the patterns on there. They are also planning on adding a marketplace where you can buy fabrics and notions, as well as sell your creations. I can’t wait to play in there!
Picture Updating
I am working on getting all of my photos from the past year uploaded and organized into my gallery for easier viewing and I am just now realising just how many I have taken! Yikes!
Sleep, blessed sleep!
I laid down around 10:30 last night and I think I was asleep within moments. I could barely keep my eyes open as the evening went on. Then, around 11:30, Corey opened the bedroom door and out came the dog who had been in there with him. She tore into the living room and jumped on me, with claws right on my girlie parts. Talk about a rude awakening. I got up and went to the bathroom and thank goodness Corey had followed me. When I headed back to the couch, I kept falling asleep,… while walking. I couldn’t stay awake, it was awful. I kept bouncing off the walls. He got me into the living room and I started to pitch forward, sound asleep. He caught me and got me to the couch and I just fell into it. And lept like a log until 6:30 this morning, when Ty woke up and decided that he wanted to cuddle with Mama! Fortunately, he let me rest my head on his chest and I was out again, until Scotty got mad at Ka’lani and decided to scream about it. I probably could have slept all damn day, I am so tired!
The Chronicles of Corey
He appears to be much better so he is planning on going to work tomorrow! So I get to sleep in a real bed again. I am almost insanely happy at the thought. But still no sleeping in for Kiki, because Donovan has practice at 8:00a. Ah, the joys of motherhood!
Caffeine IV STAT, please!
I feel like death warmed over, death on a stick, sh*t on a shingle, like a truck ran over me, and any other simile, metaphor, or cliché referring to the state of total and utter exhaustion. For some unknown reason, I was awake EVERY hour throughout the night, usually needing a trek down the long dark hallway to the bathroom. At one point, I was so tired that I fell asleep while walking back to my makeshift bed on the couch and ran into the wall. So then I got to spend the next two hours cleaning my blood off the walls and laying with an ice pack on my poor cheek and nose, although, since my ice pack was actually a bag of frozen raspberries, I guess I indulged in a little aromatherapy, too!
In sickness and in health,…
I am of the belief that the traditional wedding vows need some updating. I think that that at least two additional clauses should be added to the sickness and health part of the vows.
1. There should be a clause that makes it a violation to act like something not so serious is the end of the free world.
2. There should be a clause that allows for equal treatment and rights when EITHER spouse is sick.
With these in place, I would be marginally happier at this moment. I love my husband, truly I do, but there are limits to the coddling that I am capable of before starting to harbor thoughts of inflicting varying amounts of pain on him. So let’s explore these clauses and how they are affecting my current state of mind.
1. There should also be a clause that makes it a violation to act like something not so serious is the end of the free world.
Late last Friday evening, he began getting a bit of a sore throat and swollen glands. This is not unusual, as he frequently has allergies. Is it painful? Yes. Is it life threatening? Not in the realm of reality. He woke up Saturday morning, put the dog out, and went immediately back to bed. Like a shadow, we saw him only for mere minutes until 10:30 Sunday morning. Whatever. Although, in some respects, this isn’t necessarily a bad thing. Let’s just say he wouldn’t win any congeniality awards when he doesn’t feel well. HOWEVER, this also happened to the weekend prior to a major housing inspection, so I got to spend the whole weekend busting butt cleaning, repairing and other related activities,… while he slept. Probably worth it, in light of the attitude, but still annoying!! During this time, I offered meds, tea, any number of things to help him feel better, but he refused them all. Whatever. I think that his non-willingness to try ANYTHING, as opposed to the complaining, to make it better began the downward spiral of creative pain inflection. On the up side, I took my frustrations out on the house which smelled divine!! Needless to say, I was secretly please when Monday came, signalling several hours of man-free time while he was at work. The next morning he headed to sick call and they did a rapid strep test (negative) and gave him quarters for that day and the next. They gave him Naproxen, which I think he took maybe twice, and lidocaine to numb the pain, which he was convinced wouldn’t work and he gagged every time. I have been on lidocaine and it works like a charm, but then again, I am woman, hear me roar. Grr. Whatever. Again, I was secretly waiting for Thursday and his impending return to GI Joe stuff. He got home that evening, undable to speak, feverish, dizzy and dehydrated (hence the fever and dizziness). So off to the ER, where he was given yet another rapid strep test (still negative), an IV, another test (results unknown), and meds, as well as a note to get him out of work for the rest of the week. Within just an hour of getting drugs and fluids into him (I guess it took a nurse to get him to take them because I am apparently stupid), no fever, no dizziness, and he could talk. And he has been closeted in the bedroom ever since, alternately sleeping, playing xBox and watching TV. And in a 24 hour period, I have to go get his meds out and get him to take his them 8 times,… which are sitting right next to him. Whatever.
2. There should be a clause that allows for equal treatment and rights when EITHER spouse is sick.
I have determined with my advanced level of wisdom and insight, that there are definately different standards for wives than there are for husbands. When I have a sore throat and swollen glands,… so what? Most of the time, no one even knows. When I have far more serious things wrong with me,… so what? I still have kids, a husband, and a house to take care of. When I am sick, whatever. I still have responsibilities that I need to live up to. And the husband? Bed bound. Whatever. I think perhaps amnesia is a side effect of sore throats. Because apparently he has forgotten several key things. Not the least of which is that he shares the same responsibilities for this family that I do,… at least on paper. And the second is that he is not the only one feeling under the weather and that my issues are quite a bit more serious and problematic than a throat and glands. But I am a wife and a mom; I don’t get sick days, I don’t get vacations, I don’t get days off. It doesn’t matter if I am sick, I still have to suck it up and drive on and take care of my kids, my husband, my home.
Apparently my health and well being are not as important, despite the fact that, with some of the things I have been through over the last several years, it is kind of a slap in the face to see this going on. Whatever. I guess the fact that I went through chemo by myself, and still cared for my kids, well enough that most of the time none of them even knew anything was wrong, isn’t worth anything. When I inhaled the mold while helping a friend in her house and later was served iced tea from the moldy pitcher months ago, it hit me hard because of my serious allergy to it. And it is something that will be with me for a long time. I am constantly dragging, I tire easily and I get sick on an almost daily basis. Whatever. I deal with it, so well that if I never said anything, none of them would know. Whatever. I don’t have the luxury of sleeping for a week over a sore throat. And frankly, in light of some of the illnesses, injuries and conditions that these kids and I have faced over the last several years, a sore throat and swollen glands just isn’t that big a deal.
And here ends my rant of the moment. Until next time,… and there always is a next time.
The Rights of Women
I just watched a segment on The Today Show about a school that is offering a women’s only homemaking class. They had two panelists, one for the class, and one totally against it. I thought the woman that was against the class was completely insulting to those of us who choose to be full-time moms. She believes that it is a throwback to 50’s to have a class like this, intended to teach women to be better mothers and homemakers. They teach everything from basic cooking, time management, basic sewing, and basic home repair to mothering skills. She believes it teaches them that they should be submissive to their husbands and families. She thinks it is unfair that they don’t allow men in the class. The other panelist feels that, because of just this controversial attitude, there just aren’t that many classes out there for women, but there ARE a lot of parenting and husband type classes for men. I just don’t see it is a bad thing. I don’t think that it goes against the women’s movement to have a class about homemaking. The women’s movement is about choices and a woman has the right to choose to be a wife and mom full time. I felt the implication that being a domestic goddess was a throwback was a complete insult to women. I have been on both sides of the fence, as a soldier and as a SAHM, and I feel like being a SAHM is just as important as working outside the home. And I don’t think that teaching to do that job more effectively is a bad thing.
Podcast Crazy
I saw a link on Chelly’s blog for The Meditation Podcast, which is something I really need! I ended up finding a ton of podcasts that I just HAD to have! I got one for The Meditation Oasis, which is fantastic. I even got a couple of crafty ones and, my current favorite, Army Wife Talk Radio, link to the right. They broadcast each Monday evening and the show is really good. Especially now, with our housing area going civilian, there is a sever drought of Army wives here and I miss it.
Off to the ER!
My soldier hubby arrived home last night at about 5:45 and wasn’t out of his friend’s SUV for more than 30 seconds when he croaked out that he needed to go to the ER. He was burning up, aching so much he could barely move, cold chills, dizzy, and barely able to talk and swallow. So I dropped his assault pack inside and off we went, ACUs and all! By the time we got to the hospital, all of about 5 minutes away, he was so cold he was shivering. Mind you it wasn’t even remotely chilly outside. I got him checked in and they did his vitals and his temp was 102.5º. He was EXTREMELY dehydrated, too. They came to take blood and to insert an IV and it went from bad to worse. Because he was so dehydrated, it was really hard to get a good vein that would hold for the IV. The poor nurse was trying so hard, but the veins were rolling everywhere and the needle kept going deep. He was bleeding everywhere and was holding my hand so tightly that I am surprised that I have feeling in it this morning. He actually was hurting so bad that he was yelling. They pushed a HUGE bag on him in just 15 minutes and gave him a large dose of Tylenol immediately to get the fever down. They had done a rapid strep test on Tuesday at the clinic on post and they repeated it last night, but they both were negative. They also did a test fotr mono last night, not the kissing kind, but the kind that involves your tonsils, and that came back negative as well. They did another test that takes three days to get the results for another strain of strep. The doctor is hoping that he will heal and be able to avoid a tonsilectomy. So he is on a ton of Tylenol, penicillin, and ice cream an is home for the rest of the week. The poor guy feels like absolute hell. So Kiki is on the couch!
It definately shows the difference between men and women in the way they handle being sick. I don’t know if it is the woman factor or the mom factor. Women have to be practically on their death beds before they succumb to it. It doesn’t seem that way with men. I am the one with the long lasting, sometimes serious, health issues, and most of the time, you wouldn’t really even know it. I rarely get sick, outside of these issues, and when I do, it rarely slows me down. It can’t slow me down, since I have 4 kids, a husband and a house and everything thst goes with them that I am responsible for. Men don’t seem to feel that responsibility and have the luxury of giving in and being sick. The thought of having to do anything else but be sick never even crosses their minds. But I know from personal experience that things fall apart if I am not up and about and doing them. There is a definate inequality there. I guess sometimes it seems as if my health issues and how I feel really doesn’t matter, even though it can get serious. Everyone is so used to Mom/Wife being the strong one and being responsible, that they can’t seem to see beyond that to see that Mom/Wife is human, too. But on the flip side, men are such irritating babies when they are sick, that it is better for my mental health if he is shut up in the bedroom!
Chickeny goodness!
I didn’t get to have it in all it’s glory, but I made a FANTASTIC chicken & rice soup last night. I had about 6 thighs, removed the skin, and cut it up into small chunks. I threw them in a skillet with a little bit of EVOO, a generous splash of worcestershire sauce, a pinch of salt, some garlic powder, some onion powder and celery salt. I browned them all up, while boiling a pot of jasmine rice. When the rice was done, I added chicken stock, a package of dried onion soup mix, more worcestershire sauce and spices. Once the chicken was done, I added it to the mix and splashed a tiny bit of Vietnamese Nuoc Cham (a lethally hot sauce) and let it simmer on medium-low for awhile. I had to take Corey to the ER before I got to eat it in soup form, but I had a bowl (or two) when I got home. The soup broth had been soaked up by the rice, but it was FANTASTIC! I think that I am going to try it with pork next time, or maybe scallops. It was YUMMO!
Crochet Catch-up!
I almost back to where I was when I had to frog my work. I have about 34 more rows on the body, then the strap is just short rows of hdc until it is about 18″ long. After that, I just have to do the granny square style flap motif and attach it and the bag is done. Then I am going to whip out the sunglasses case and pouch and be done with the project!
Sickly Husbands
Corey ended up on quarters (basically a sick day) yesterday and scared the hell out of me when he got home. He always calls me when he is headed home and didn’t this time. He also doesn’t drive to work; he carpools. So when he showed up at the door with a soldier I didn’t know, the dog went nuts, scaring the hell out of me. It turned out that his soldier brought him home in exchange for a cup of coffee, something I almost ALWAYS have available!! The soldier is a nice guy and his wife is military, too, although apparentlly she doesn’t like it NEARLY as much as I do!
WordPress Issues
Heather decided she wanted a blog so I set up a subdomain for her and set up the new version of WordPress for her. I had to update my mySQL databases from 4 to 5, which I did for my database, and then created hers with mySQL5. Fine, no problem. Then I couldn’t get the software to install for anything. Well, it turns out that I am an idiot. Like a man, I apparently can’t read the instructions. The localhost name in the wp-config file is usually just “localhost”, but apparently not with mySQL5. It took me an hour to realize that! Once I fixed it, it installed, imagine that! Then I was looking around at it, and discovered that the formatting quicktags for posts and pages were not there. It took me two hours to figure that one out. I am usually not even remotely that slow, so my defense is the fact that I had 4 kids, a sick husband, and a non-stop ringing phone to contend with, too! At any rate, when I uploaded the wp-includes file, for some reason (I am guessing the sheer size of the folder), only the folder structure uploaded, and not all the individual files. I use CoffeeCup and generally you can upload entire directories by just selecting the directory, unlike my last FTP program, where you had to manually create the folders and subfolders and then upload the files in each. But, I finally got it all up and everything working. Then it was a new theme and a matching splash page for the subdirectory and it was done.
You would think that would be the end of my tale,… but you would be wrong. I emailed Heather to let her know it was ready and that I would walk her through it whenever she was ready. So she called me and we started. I led her to the login page,… and her freakin’ password wouldn’t work. Like an idiot, I logged out and tried to log back in to see what the issue was. And, of course, now I couldn’t log back in either. So she did the lost password thing and it didn’t come and it didn’t come. I realized in the middle of this fiasco what must have happened. I had changed it when the thing installed, but BEFORE I fixed the wp-includes thing so apparently it didn’t take and I didn’t know it. We finally gave up waiting and hung up. As luck would have it, moments after we said goodbye, the damned email showed up, so she called and we finally got through it. I felt like a complete idiot! But now you can visit her HERE!
And again, you would think this was the end of my WordPress issues,… and yet again, you would be wrong! I decided I would update my blog this morning. So I did it,… and screwed it up royally. It told me I had to update my database. I thought it was referring to mySQL version, which I had already done. So I messed with that a little and tried again. Now it told me I was already upgraded and there was nothing but a blank screen where my blog should be. So I had to get rid of 2.2.2 and put 2.0.4 on again. I tried again and this time when it told me I needed to update my database, I went with the “continue” and all worked fine. Whatever,… it is back and I am happy!
Crocheting Crisis
I was 50 rounds into the bag I was making when I realized that the body of mine didn’t look like the pictured example. I am used to, when crocheting in the round, slip stitching to the first stitch of the round to finish it, chaining, stitching into the same and continuing on in th esame direction. Well, it is amazing how much difference the word “turn” makes,… when you ignore it. It was supposed to be making the little ridged pattern you get when you are using single crochet and turning at the ends. Since I was just going around and around, it was giving me a fairly flat piece. I have never had to turn and work backwards while crocheting in the round and it is a SUPREME PITA! So I had to frog 13 of the 14 body rounds and start over! Oh, joy! But it looks so much more finished now, so it is worth it!
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