Some reasons why Mommy drinks requires medication:

1. Surprise nipple piercings. As in, “Why were you late getting home from school?”
“Oh, I stopped off on the way home and got my nipples pierced.”
“… really? ….”
“Ah. ‘kay.”
Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for body mod. But this hasn’t been the best week and Bad Surprises Are Bad. Timing really is everything.

2. Teenage hijinks. As in, “I snuck all my school uniforms into the Goodwill and now I have nothing to wear to school and since you are insisting that I wear uniforms, you must buy me new ones.”

3. Hiding in your car from your teenagers because of aforementioned hijinks, calling your mother and apologizing profusely and begging her to unbury the voodoo doll while she laughs herself sick.

Uh. There’s more. That’s just today. But, ya know, that probably at least gives you the gist of things.

When not drinking heavily heavily medicated, Mommy is indulging in a lot of fibery therapy.

My creation

Clockwise from top to bottom: Knotty Glove from handspun; a test of a new “ply as you go” technique that I saw on Ravelry today – basically you spin the single, N-ply it, wind it onto the cop, spin another length of single, N-ply, and keep going. Brilliant for so many reasons; BFL from Zen Yarn Garden on the Spindlewood; Socky Deathmatch V, as in, I ripped that sucker out again and cast on something else but it’s going ok so I think I might be winning.

Socky Deathmatch is the only actual Basket of Shame item pictured, however I got 5 rows done on Juno Regina last night at my Rose City Knitters group. First time going, really nice group of ladies. We met at the Coffee Gallery in Altadena, next week is Bean Town in Sierra Madre. Can’t wait! It’s good to remember that humans are, occasionally, social creatures.


About Maia Rainwood

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7 Responses to

  1. Marilyn says:

    My sympathy is with you. It is not easy being a mom. Take care!

  2. Mouse says:

    Where is this “ply as you go” information located on Ravelry? This is genius and I must know more!
    Surprise piercings? Oh dear… I’m probably due for some of them later with my son considering I got a “surprise” navel piercing as a teenager.
    Hang in there mama!

  3. Wow. I can see why self-medication is important. I hope the piercee was 18 so you don’t have to track down the tattoo parlor and give them hell too. No wonder I haven’t had kids yet, once a student of mine pierced his tongue at school, at least it wasn’t in my class, I was the one who noticed the gangrene first. *Shudder* Good luck, I’ll pour a nice drink for you.

  4. Knitnana says:

    I feel your pain…self medication is really a good way to go, saves you from killing them inadvertently – you know we don’t really want to kill them. Not really. No. I mean it.

    They grow up.

    That, however, doesn’t mean you still don’t need medicating because of their “grown-up” antics!

  5. Lynda the Guppy says:

    OMG. I don’t know whether to offer hugs or laugh. Either way, I am so happy right now that I do not have kids. LOL.

  6. Wendy says:

    Where did you find that technique? It sounds intriguing!

  7. Delana says:

    Okay, I really shouldn’t, but I have to laugh about the surprise body piercing. I’m allowed of course, because my daughter did the same thing to me. Only she pierced her tongue (by herself ewwwwww) and not her nipples. I eventually forgave her, and even paid for her belly button piercing for her birthday. (HerHeart from Ravelry)

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