knitting kitchen

Yes, it looks like someone’s been to Ikea a few times.  But that’s not what this post is about.

I’m using this as a way of explaining why so little knitting got done.

We’ve lived in our house for about 4 years. When we moved in, we had our Select Comfort mattress already, but no bed. This went on for a while, what with being broke from buying the house, and all. Eventually, when the task of getting up in the morning from a mattress on the floor became just too much, we went to Ikea and joined the ranks of “college kids and divorced men”.

Once our bed and night stands were assembled, we were faced with arranging the furniture. Doesn’t sound too tough, but we have a giant freakin’ chimney right up the middle of our room.

M set the bed up on the wall opposite the chimney which sounds fine. Unless you are the person on the left-hand side of the bed (that would be me).  Do you see the charming sloping ceiling in the picture? Well, if you are 5′8″ and your bed it one foot closer to that wall, let me tell you what happens every time you get out of bed…WHAM!  I understand the whole Pavlov’s thing all too well. When I get up in the morning for years to come, I will be hunched over, I swear.

Moving the furniture like one of those Russian dolls. The moving led to trips to Target for under-the-bed storage boxes and trips to Goodwill with Sweaters of Days Gone By. We even broke out the vacuum! Hi Mom!!

This is my way of explaining that on day 9 of NaKniSweMo, tardy-style, I’m up to 39,894 stitches. And for those playing along at home, that includes 2 rows with 20 armhole steeks add for your knitting pleasure.

And just so you don’t think that it was all work and no play this weekend, Jess and I fit in a trip to the quilting store:

While Abbey hung out