Sand and Snow

This weekend we visited Grandma and Grandpa at the beach. With the sun out it was warm enough to grab the chairs and the sand toys and head to the sand. Our favorite beach is Huntington Beach State Park. It was empty when we arrived, but as the day warmed, more and more people slowly trickled down. At first it was just people walking or walking their dogs. But as the sun got higher more families came out to play like we were doing. I can’t believe these pictures are from Saturday! Feels so long ago already.

Look closely at this first one. Grandpa made Maggie into a mermaid and it was The Best.

Murrells Inlet

Grandma was the best bucket flipper.

Murrells Inlet

Maggie played and played. She loves the beach.

Murrells Inlet

Grandpa was the best paddle-baller (sorry, Grandma!).

Murrells Inlet

But Jerry’s getting better and better.

Murrells Inlet

Warm enough to be barefoot, but cold enough to cover up with the blanket. My Mom and I both had jeans and fleeces on!

Murrells Inlet

So that was Saturday, four hours east of here. We came home Sunday and on Sunday night it snowed! Even just a little bit of snow here usually means school is cancelled! And it was, yay! We went out bright and early on Monday morning because I knew it wouldn’t last very long. I took lots of pictures.

And you know why I took so many pictures (other than avoiding snow balls by having a camera around my neck)? Well, if you’re a knitter you know. These are the days I live for. Children begging for more wool to put on before they go out? Warms my heart. I love how the snow got stuck all over them. LOVE.

Winter Snow

Jerry’s wearing this seamless EZ sweater, knit nearly three years ago.  The sleeves were really long on him then, but that was easy enough to deal with. The fact is, he never wore it. Not even once.  But I asked him to try it on recently and was surprised to find that it fit! It’s not quite wide enough for him since he prefers his shirts loose, but I think it looks awesome. I like a slim fitting sweater on a boy.

Snow Day

Snow Day

The mittens all caked in snow?!?!?! And no complaints of cold fingers!?!?!?! WOOL!

Snow Day

Snow Day

They sled down the hill in the backyard. Straight at the chicken coop. There was clucking.

Snow Day

Snow Day

Snow Day

Oh my gosh. This kills me, the way the snow is caked on her bum.

Snow Day

Maggie was master of the sled. It was hilarious.

Snow Day

Snow Day

Eventually they did get cold. Jerry was on his way inside about five milliseconds after this picture.

Snow Day

But what fun we had! In the sand and in the snow.

What they Wore
(all links to Ravelry)

Jerry: sweater, scarf, mittens, hat
Maggie: sweater, scarf, mittens, hat (and a classic sweater underneath that also fits her better now than when I knit it)

They both had on their SmartWool socks from Santa at Christmas.

 

knitting in the south

When you’re a year-round knitter in North Carolina, you get lots of puzzled folks wondering why you’re knitting a wool hat when the heat index is over 100 degrees. I knit wool hats because some days we need them. Yes, it snows in North Carolina. Not every year, mind you, but it has snowed every winter since Maggie was born*. And when it snows, my family is armed with wool.

Greensboro Christmas Parade

The snow is gone for now, but the high today is only 32, and with the wind it’s mighty cold out there. Now we just need to work on getting some proper winter coats and snow boots for these kids.

*Actually, Maggie was born in March of ’06, and I remember sitting outside with her when she was a few days old because it was in the 70s. It’s mostly hot here, but it can be wintry, too!

digressions

I received Knitting Around for Christmas, and today, yet another snow day, I’ve been reading through Elizabeth’s Digressions. The funniest thing ever must be the story of when EZ’s not-yet husband Arnold met her parents for the first time. They served roast mutton for dinner and Arnold was offered mustard. He took a large amount of Coleman’s mustard and was left sputtering for air, “with tears streaming down his face.” The mustard is very spicy.

The reason this little passage is funny to me is because THE SAME EXACT THING happened to me. I’m not sure if Coleman’s is very well known here in the States, but I happen to have an Irish mother-in-law with a fondness for mustard and we usually have a little jar of it in the fridge. The mustard is very spicy, and for most folks must be consumed in moderation.

My parents were visiting one time, and we were having sandwiches. Naturally, Gerald got the mustard out and as my Dad put together his sandwich, he slathered a large amount of Coleman’s on the bread. Gerald warned him, “That mustard is very spicy.” My Dad may have mumbled acknowledgment, but sat down to eat his sandwich anyway. After his first bite, his face got red and his eyes were watering, and he finally acknowledged, “Boy, that’s hot.”

I didn’t think it was possible, but today I have become even more fond of EZ.

7:52 - Again with the snow?

An unrelated picture, just to prove that we have snow. Again. All the woollies are getting a big workout this year!