Curve ball

Before I tell you about the cruel blow I took this morning at 5:13, remember the Fleece Artist kid mohair roving I got? Yesterday (what with Tuesdays being for spinning) I was diligent and spun the rest of it up. I plied it, and look at this…
I understand if you need a moment. It’s a profound thing of beauty, and at the risk of incurring some sort of spinning based revenge from the planet, I have to say that the spinning is pretty darned good. Overall, I think this may be 180 metres of the nicest yarn I’ve ever made. (By “nicest” I mean that I expect that this yarn will, by simply existing in the universe, lead us all a little closer to wiping out crime and leading lives of quiet fulfillment and simple joy.) A closer look?
Moving, isn’t it? The urge to drape the skein around my neck and go waltzing around the kitchen while blasting The Brandenburg Concertos and weeping for the beauty of it all is almost more than I can resist.
I when that was done, I grounded myself by knitting the amhole armseye armscye of the Freudian slip.
I know that this pales in comparison to the excitement of the very beautiful laceweight, but what can I say. The universe seeks balance.
Every stinking school day morning for the last 9 years has been the same. My alarm goes off and I stagger into the children’s rooms to begin the process of convincing them to get up. I will confess that they come by their reluctance quite honestly, since every single morning that I get up in time for school is a triumph of the human spirit. At least once a week I fail to respond to my alarm and leap up at 8:15 to ricochet around the house putting together sandwiches and screeching things while finding lost library books and the form for the choir thing. I can get the girls up, the lunches made, the books and forms found and shoes found and everyone out the door with breakfast in them in 14 minutes. This is the record. (It is bad that I know this. Since we have to leave at 8:30, every morning at 7:30 when the alarm goes off I have this argument with myself about how if I *can* do it in 14 minutes…why don’t I get up at 8:16?)
When my alarm goes off, I go and try to wake the girls. I start with nice mommy talk. “Good morning little dollies, rise and shine, mornings are nicer if you don’t have to rush” and work my way though the full line of interventions until I’m yanking the blankets off of them and whipping their clothes for the day around like I’ve lost my mind. (Which, I suppose I have) For their part, they run the gamut of potential responses in a traditional order. Play dead – ignore – moan – cry – claim illness – claim exhaustion – refuse – get up -be foul tempered to the crazy lady whipping your clothes around.
This is every school day morning.
Yesterday morning I inexplicably woke at 6:30. It took me a moment to work out what I was hearing. All three of the ladies up, making breakfast, brushing teeth and speaking to each other in lovely voices. Stuff like “Samantha, I found your spelling book for you, shall I put it in your backpack?” and the unbelievable reply “Yes please…your waffles are ready”. It was like waking up in a Surrealist painting. Was I dreaming? Was this real? Had I finally slipped away in my sleep, killed by housework and unmanageable deadlines? No, no…it was real, the mountain of laundry a sherpa would find daunting still stood by the door.
Turns out the girls have decided that it would be a nice change to start their days early so that there is no rushing. they plan to get up even earlier tomorrow.
I am speechless. It is a testimony to parenting. See that? All these years of saying that and it finally sunk in. I feel overwhelmed. You know, you dream and you dream…you hope that your children are going to learn what you are trying to teach them and then one day, it all comes together. I feel badly for all you mothers out there who haven’t had it happen for them.
Then this morning at 5:13 I wake up because all three of their alarm clocks are blasting and they are all sleeping like the dead. I go round and shut them off, and return to bed. Joe (appropriately) quizzes me on “what the (*&^%$!!! ” is going on.
Human frailty Joe. Human frailty.

30 thoughts on “Curve ball

  1. WOW! That is the most beutiful yarn I have ever seen. It is absolutely gorgeous!
    I can’t believe your kids, they are awesome, and ALMOST make me want to have kids. Almost.

  2. The yarn is beyond description. It’s awe inspiring. But why am I still seeing blue? 😉
    As to the kids, try it with boys. Not only are they bigger than you, they can actually sleep through being shot with a squirt bottle of water. I know this from recent person experience.
    You, however, are redefining the definition of “Super Mom”. How on earth do you get it all done. You are amazing.

  3. Oh, I laughed and laughed while reading your school day morning description! That is exactly what happens around here. But I must confess that the kids don’t really need to get up until 8…we live almost directly across from the school. I still get up around 7:30, though, to inhale coffee in readiness for a similar round of getting dead-to-the-world kids out of their slumber at 8:00. I too start with the ‘nice Mommy’ voice and it accelerates from there. I don’t know how many times I’ve told them that I promise not the screech if they would only respond to the ‘nice Mommy’ voice. Sigh. They never do, even when they’re fully awake. Which of course they are not, in the morning.
    They get their own clothes, but I know enough to simply put their breakfast on the table and leave while they grumble and grump their way through the applesauce and cereal. There is the occassional complaint from ‘the boy’ when I haven’t been clairvoyant enough to realize that this morning, he wants oatmeal. I must admit though, boys are a bit more intensly grumpy but its over so much more quickly. ‘The girl’ can hold a simmering grudge forever.
    Oh yes, and it is beautiful yarn. I can just see you dancing around the kitchen….

  4. Beautiful yarn. It will bring peace in our time and joy to all. However, it is sort of blue-y. You don’t like blue. You need a rest from blue. Blue is my favourite colour. If you want it taken off your hands, I’ll send you my address and the money for postage. Not gonna happen, is it?
    Getting kids out of bed…I agree that boys are worse because of size and ability to sleep…however I discovered that an ice cube applied to the sole of the foot does the job. Just stand waaay over to one side or risk a kick where you really don’t want one.
    Mine never ever once did the get up early and be angels moment….embrace it and cherish it.

  5. Beautiful, gorgeous, exquisite and awe-inspiring yarn, Stephanie! What is it destined to become (other than the symbol for World Peace)?

  6. the yarn is wonderful, beautiful, and amazing.
    Your story of amazing Mom fortitude puts me to shame… yes, I make my daughter get up ALL by herself, using only her alarm clock, and get on the bus… while I struggle awake. The amazing part is she has only missed the bus 3 times this year….yes. I am a bad mother….

  7. Dance on…you deserve it after making yarn fit for a goddess…you!
    Your morning reminds me of many mornings when I was teenager. Never did try to get up early and then but mornings are the best part of the day, now.

  8. That yarn begs to be fondled. I can’t even imagine making something from it — it’s stunning all on its own. I am in awe of the yarn!
    I don’t have kids, but I remember well my mom trying to wake me up when I was a teenager. She’s an early bird, and so every morning was marked by an increasing decibel level of puttering noises punctuated by calls to get up that got louder and louder as you describe. The worst part was that she turned on the light first – ugh.
    I felt immensely gratified in high school when I read that line in the Glass Menagerie where the son retorts to his cheerful, waking-him-up mother, “I’ll rise, but I won’t shine.”
    Karma demands that I will have irrepressibly perky morning children.

  9. Totally fabulous yarn ! It really is gorgeous.
    I am not a morning person,at all,and it takes immense will power for me to get up and get my son to school on time ! Some mornings all he says for the first 20 minutes is “No,no,no…”.This does not bode well as he is only 4 3/4 yrs old !

  10. Ahhh Ms. Stephanie. What a lovely hank of lace weight you have. Blue eh? Pity. But wait there is a solution. Did you know about the handspun blue yarn collection depot? Yes amazing isn’t it!
    It seems that with the upcoming election our Prime Minister has had an epiphany and decided to open his arms and embrace the blue. (This might be his idea of a re-election strategy.) So perhaps you might consider donating that skein to his blue yarn collection depot. Oops I forget to mention that he has personally appointed me, nay deputized me, to act as his collection agent. I am quite chuffed!
    Your donation will be logged. I have a nice new blue notebook and will send out on his behalf a a thank you note.
    Yes this idea of getting out and exercising your rights as a citizen is a grand thing!! So come on out Ms. Stephanie and make that donation!
    (The preceeding in no way reflects the beliefs or thoughts of the management.)
    P.S. My regards to the slumbering ladies.

  11. It can get better. Morgen goes to school in a different STATE – and she has to change trains to get there (she doesn’t live with us all the time). SOOOO –
    She wakes up at 4:30, makes tea for everybody and then wakes my husband up to drive her to the train. She insists that I will have an accident if I drive before 8 am.
    Of course, she makes up for this by being grumpy the rest of the time.

  12. I feel your morning pain. I am actually such a masochist that I wake up at 4:45 precisely because I am not a morning person. That gives me two hours to drink coffee and knit before I have to wake my kiddies up for school. Even so they are late more often than I would like to admit. Kudos on the beautiful yarn – what do you plan to do with it. A lacey scarf might be nice.

  13. Oh Steph, you’re a spinning goddess in addition to being a knitting goddess. Someone is going to have to come up with a touchable monitor for yarn (kinda like the ole scratch-n-sniff), so that we can fondle it, rather than just drool over our keyboards. It doesn’t look like you’re going to have enough for anything, though. Better send it to me. I’ll find a use for it.
    I dug out my issue of the SS02 VK with the faulty cable. There’s a knitted lace dress in there, a few pages before your cabled tank. I think that you should give that a whirl. In a non-blue color, of course.

  14. Ms. S. WOW. Amazing yarn. If you wanted to spin a little for all of us to fondle and send it around the world I’m sure it would never make its final destination.
    re: your children and waking them up. I know exactly what you are going through. I do it every day with my SO. And she is a TEACHER. 5th grade. Rarely makes it in before the first bell. She says it was even harder to get her up when she was a teenager. I’m exhausted just getting her out the door.

  15. Oh, Stephanie, that yarn is just exquisite.
    And even if your daughters never manage that again, you’ve got the moment immortalized in writing, to say, see? See? Now you and I both know you CAN do it (then you can proceed with the usual get UP! rant.)
    My oldest, a college graduate, was telling her high school senior sister yesterday, “If you’re not going to wake up when your alarm goes off at 5:30, that’s bad enough. But to have it loud enough to wake ME up with RAP music all the way through John’s room, and to not turn it off but make ME Listen to it! Don’t. Do. It. Again! GET UP!”
    Amazing how much more a kid will listen to the big bad older sister than the mom.

  16. Hey there!!!
    I just took a look around your site a little and I really like it!!!! Very good knitter you are! ^_^
    I noticed there was a comment left with regards to you talking about Newfoundland on your site…. just curious if you’re from NL? Myself and a friend have started a NL Arts and Crafts webring devoted to people currently living or people who have lived in NL. We’d love for you to join if you fit the criteria. You can find out more and view the “join link” from my knitting blog (left hand side) if you’re interested!
    Again, great site!!!! ^_^

  17. Your story made me laugh. I was one of those kids and am still one of those adults, except now I have no Mom to make sure I get off in time. My personal best is 6 minutes from wake-up to out the door in full business attire, make-up and a banana in hand.
    And the yarn is a thing of loveliness.

  18. Well, now, missy, that is one fine hank of wool.
    It compares well to the one you gifted me with last week.
    As a spinning no-nearly-nothing, I am amazed at how different the spun hank looks from the roving.
    It’s as if it has only now reached its dizzying potential.
    My pal Ruby must be spitting proud.

  19. You are truly THE Yarn Harlot. I bow before your wool. It’s enough to make any sane person want to roll in it and purr. I. Am. In. Awe.
    Now as to the color. Am I missing something here??? Yes, there is a spot of blue in the color scheme, but how can everyone possibly be missing the gold..the purple….and, is that a lovely terra cotta running through it? Feh to those who say it is a mundane blue. Feh I say!
    And I understand your girls. I really do. My own husband has literally kicked me out of bed (more than once) because all my alarm clock seems to say is “go back to sleep now.” Hubby has learned that I will respond to the phrase “coffee is done brewing.” hehe
    Have a great day!

  20. Pleeeeease send your children over to talk to mine…. Mornings are a true test of my endurance/patience…
    Thanks to you and your inspiring Fiber Artist purchase (which turned out BEAUTIFUL I must add) I have to go… spinning a batch of it myself!

  21. That glorious yarn appears to be a celebration of the morning you had watching your girls being sisterly, all on their own. It looks to me as beautiful as the sound of children laughing together, enjoying each other’s company. I’d be knitting it up into a memory of some sort – squares for future (grand)baby blankets or an exquisite little pillow to hold close on less blissful mornings.

  22. Wow, that yarn is absolutely beautimous! I now have my friend, who has a degree in textile art and used to spin but hasn’t in years, reading your blog. I am hoping she’ll be inspired to pull everything out of storage and begin again:) Actually, I’m hoping she’ll get going and create something beautiful that I might be able to beg off of her;)

  23. Ha! I see your 7:30 am wakeup call and raise you — 5:45 ayem at this house — my boys have to be out for the bus at 6:40 am. The joys of living in the country. I am out the door with my daughter by 7:30, but don’t make it in to work until 8:30. Nice yarn, btw.

  24. And not just any ol’ Brandenburg. The gigue from the 6th alone is worthy. (But you’re gonna rot in hell for providing that link to your supplier. I am NOT made of money…)

  25. That is indeed highly fabulous spinning! What did you call it? “A profound thing of beauty”? It is. I love the colours. If I wasn’t in the middle of moving-house-chaos, I’d dredge up my wheel and crank out some yarn of my own (which would then be washed and skeined and stuck in a basket, never to be used – sigh).
    Love it!!

  26. My moment was overhearing Isabel tell Alice, “There’s no such thing as boy things or girl things–everyone just likes different stuff.” My dirty little secret? I make my early-rising (and frankly, kind of annoying) three-year-old wake up her sister. I don’t know why they’re screaming like that, but Isabel gets up.

  27. That is the danged purtiest skein I’ve seen. Whatchew gonna make with it, hon?
    Not that you need to make anything with it, of course. You could just keep it around like a small furry pet. It is so decorative.

  28. The yarn you spun looks like sunrise over the Pacific ocean. Completely. Stunning.
    I remember the fights I had with my mom when mornings came around. I don’t envy your job, but at least you have a sense of humor about it.
    I’m stealing a button so I can come back and read more. 🙂

  29. Just recieved the summer issue of Spin-Off containing the article about Archie Stewart. As a child I was his shadow each spring during the late 1930 to early 1940 when Archie came to my grand parents ranch in CA to prepare for the summer fair season. A box car was rented for the season and fitted for the sheep and one end for Archie. They traveled by train to the fairs. My grand father raised suffolk and southdowns which Archie showed. Most years the last show was the Golden Spike Show in Ogden, UT in the fall. He certainly knew his sheep. He had the ability to look at a day old lamb and tell exactly how it would turn out. I’ve often wished I had been older when I followed him around the ranch, I could have learned alot.

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