"I don't really care how time is reckoned so long as there is some agreement about it, but I object to being told that I am saving daylight when my reason tells me that I am doing nothing of the kind. I even object to the implication that I am wasting something valuable if I stay in bed after the sun has risen. As an admirer of moonlight I resent the bossy insistence of those who want to reduce my time for enjoying it. At the back of the Daylight Saving scheme I detect the bony, blue-fingered hand of Puritanism, eager to push people into bed earlier, and get them up earlier, to make them healthy, wealthy and wise in spite of themselves." - Robertson Davies
What he said. Daylight Saving pisses me off. I don't mind it on the "fall back" end, since I find it very difficult to complain about something that gives me an extra hour to knit and makes it easier to put my kids to bed. Spring forward however...is loathsome. I have given it some thought and decided that there is no way that DST was invented by women. (It was actually Ben Franklin, who I think we can all agree never tried to put a whack of kids in bed the day after DST or had to try to get them up in them morning...I swear that if he wasn't dead I'd be sending the girls over to his house to give him a little education.) Apparently we do this to save energy. I'm not falling for it. If it pisses you off go here, and sign the petition. If you are the mother of a toddler...sign twice.
I have been knitting doll clothes, and (I can scarcely believe that I'm going to admit this in public) I've been liking it.
It occurred to me (mostly after reading your comments) that maybe I'm underrating this form of knitting. Many of you have really strong memories of knitted dolly stuff , so it would seem that some of these gifts were favourite toys. I started thinking then about how willing I am to knit baby things, and babies outgrow the stuff in minutes. This dolly stuff will be played with and treasured for years, maybe forever. Screw it, I'm contributing to a childhood and I don't mind. (Except for the part while I'm sewing up tiny little dresses, and fitting in wee little sleeves. That's dumbass.)
Making these little things was fun, though I'm going to make some Sams Bitty Baby for Christmas, and then stop, since I may be getting a little obsessive. The observant among you will note that I short-rowed the back of the dolly pants so that it would fit over the diapers. Yup. Time to stop.