Cable-Knit Pullover

I found a pattern for my own sweater that I like the look of. It is the Cable-Knit Pullover from Lion Brand. I have done a few swatches and have gathered that my yarn isn't as thick as theirs, so I will have to add a few extra cables to bring it a bit wider.

From the top we have 17 inches instead of the recommended 25.
Twisted stitches between the plait and wheat ear cables.
The loose five - rib braid next to another wheat ear cable.
Wheat ear cable next to the last plait with the twisted stitches between each cable. I really like the layout of the patterns and they seem simple enough to do - good for keeping my fingers busy.

Updates

So I am alot happier now. Son has had his teeth sorted out at the public hospital, one was pulled and he had two fillings. The other molars were coated by the looks of them, so hopefully that will prolong any other cavities. Son is really against eating lollies now, he was before, but more so now. He's been asking me if the food he's eating has sugar in it, for everything we're eating, so meal times are fun.

I finally got photos of the scarf I finished back around 7th July, and of the new scarf I made for myself. The original scarf was red, made out of a wool that of course I have lost the label for. It was knit on 4 mm needles and the label had fantastic or fabulous on it I think. The newest scarf is made out of Inca by Patons, knit on 6mm needles, and is 50% wool, 30% acrylic, and 20% alpaca. So soft. Both were knit up with the basketweave pattern, though the Inca scarf is so much thicker, and about 10 inches longer.



Yes, that's the clothesline, I couldn't get anyone else to model the scarves, so that's where they ended up. Here's a close up of the pattern..



I am still looking for a pattern for a sweater for myself too, I've got roughly 2000 metres of 8 ply so I will be able to have some cables etc on it.

Last Sunday we all went out to the river again to have another go at the wee motorbike, and this time we took Hubby's sister out with us and she had a go on the bike. Just a small ride though, same with Dad - he hopped on, went a few metres and then had to get off because his hips were too sore. Here's Hubby and Son getting across the river..



Dad got a trailer to take the motorbike out for playtime! It's a good set up we've got, and we will take the kids bikes when we go out too, so the other child can ride their own bike when one is having a ride. Hubby let Son accelerate more this time out too, so Son can get used to the feel of moving without pedalling.




Daughter brought the quilt out the other night and I realized I still hadn't finished it. It has pins along one edge still, so I put it up on the bookshelf to remind me to finish it..



So there it sits. Waiting. Might be a while.

The other thing we've been up to in the school holidays is skate! Son is getting better with each time out, and Daughter is wanting her own pair now. She is only four, but will fit Son's soon, as he has boots that change sizes.



It's really fun and good for keeping fit too. Since Son has started the new term at school on Monday we've been walking in the dry weather (fingers crossed it's dry all week) and Hubby got one of these to work out on. They are really neat just to sit on too.

There Is Hope

After a week I would not want anyone to live through as I have, I think I can see the light at the end of the tunnel - so to speak. There has been a cancellation at the dentists so Son's teeth may be dealt with by the end of the month. Fingers crossed.

My heart goes out to all those affected by the bombings in London, we are feeling just as terrible for Londoners all the way down here in NZ as if we were in the same country. Kia Kaha - Be Strong.

It seems so feeble on top of everything that's occurred over the last week in my life to now say I finished my scarf. It's too short, so Daughter can have it if she wants it. I bought three balls of Inca to make another scarf for myself, and that will keep my fingers busy.

Life must sort itself out soon or I don't know what will happen. School holidays are starting tomorrow so that will give us all a break from the repetition of preparing for school. Son loves school and will miss it though.

That's all for now, she's out of the house and I don't want to see her ever again - the evil (can't even call her a lady) female. Whoever thought that mothers-in-law were nasty have got it right in this case. Poor Hubby.

Red Tape

So over a month ago I got Son in to see the school dentist, as I saw a wee hole in one of his teeth. They refer him to the public hospital as they weren't sure how to treat him with the heart condition he has. So then we waited for an appointment to see public. Thursday before last he had an appointment to be assessed what needed done. By then the tooth that had the small hole had turned a nasty grey colour and we were getting worried that he would need the tooth pulled. The Dentist at public, lets called him Guessing stood over in the corner and mumbled to us what was happening and that Son needs x-rays etc We had to wait outside because of the x-rays and Hubby and I watched through the door as Guessing attempted to get the little plastic slides inside Son's mouth and get Son to bite down lightly on them. But he didn't explain any of this to Son, and tapped Son's lower jaw and made grunting noises until Son had complied. Obviously not the greatest man to be put in a position to deal with children.

This Guessing had the nuts to say that we won't be bringing the other child next appointment - he asked for the defribrillator to be brought with Son. The defibrillator is for Daughter and goes where she goes, as she is the most at risk. Hubby and I are quite angry at this point. Guessing reckons we should try to go privately if we can find anyone that will treat Son.

We get home, and I ring around and find a dentist that will have a look. Then I send the children's cardiologist an email to tell him what was going on and to ask about types of anaesthetic Son could have. He responded that dental treatment was not a problem, and to go for it.

I ring Guessing to get the notes sent to private dentist, all is well.

Guessing rings me back and tells me he's been speaking to Messing, another doctor who told him Son shouldn't have local anaesthetic under any circumstances. So I ring private dentist and ask them what anaesthetic they use. They only use local.

I'm then pushed back to the public waiting list which I have to put Son back on, as when I made the private appointment Guessing took Son off the list. I ring Guessing and make sure Son is back on the waiting list. It could be 8 months before Son has any dental treatment and they'll give him a general anaesthetic to do that.

Hubby and I are understandably upset. Poor Son is already sore where I initially saw the hole, and now he has to wait a long time.

I really want to find someone somewhere to give him a look, but they all freak out at Son's heart condition and direct us back to hospital.

The long Pamol voyage starts here.