Friday, May 16, 2014
100 happy months, because I really suck at this daily thing. I do have happy every day, and I usually capture some happy with my lucky camera phone daily. Unfortunately, my lucky camera phone is selfish and keeps telling me that it simply can't share my happy. I finished my basic raglan cardigan in Knitpicks City Tweed, then made my beautiful first born model it... in the kitchen, in front of my mess. I figured the jacket would explain everything. I love this jacket. I love everything about it, and I loved knitting each stitch. I loved that I had exactly a yard left over after finishing. I am calling it my milking jacket, which I will never milk in. It may be summer-ish outside, but I will still be wearing it. I wore it to the park this week, in the sun, and really enjoyed it. The looks from other moms suggesting I am crazy though? All good. Nothing is better than the perfect knit. Ok, except maybe making my first born pose for cheesy pictures to send the bff.
Wednesday, May 7, 2014
While our of town it was very hard to upload pictures, so I took then and saved them for when we got home. Ok, some were taken the day before we left, but my to do list was just too long.
Saturday, April 26, 2014
You know the drill.. Being the responsible knitter and taking just one project on a trip. This is the first time i have been responsible. I generally bring about ten projects, but this time sensible me said "You will never finish this jacket before you get. You should be responsible with space and bring just this one thing." Well sensible was wrong. So, so wrong. Sensible me needs to shut the freak up when it comes to knitting, and let crazy yarn whore me do the deciding. And this is why:
Wednesday, April 23, 2014
How is it possible to be so happy and sad all at the same time? The mother's heart can break and shine at the same moment. I guess it is a blessing we have. Today my baby turns four. Four! He is my last, and we have gracefully outgrown baby swings, walkers, cribs, pacifiers, and highchairs. He has grown taller, learned to crawl, walk and run. He grew hair, and learned to talk. But he and I still held on to one baby thing. We held on to one precious baby moment, and today was our last.
Monday, April 21, 2014
Apparently the smallest chicken was not a fan of having the lime light taken away from her by the upstaging hen. She felt like this was the ultimate betrayal by this hen, going and laying her very own special, tiny egg. She spent hours plotting her revenge, and in the end decided that her best plan would be this :
Friday, April 18, 2014
This morning as I gathered eggs I found this special little egg. It was different. Cute, tiny, and adorable... but so small. What good is a tiny little egg when it is supposed to be food?
Thursday, April 17, 2014
The raglan jacket is almost done. Sort of. Except the hood, pockets, last ten rows of the neck, weaving in ends, blocking... and such. In my book that is pretty close to almost done. I love it so far. We will see how I feel in a week. And for some happy....
Wednesday, April 16, 2014
Tuesday, April 15, 2014
Because some days have more than one happy that needs sharing.
Monday, April 14, 2014
My big brother spent the week here with me. It was such a great week. So many happy moments.
Wednesday, April 9, 2014
I am going to take the 100 happy days challenge. I will blog a happy thing each day.I want to have a record of looking for the good in my life, because there's so, so much. Today I am happy for the blessing of good friendship. Not just good, but the best. The kind where you know each other's souls, good and bad, and you love each other anyway. Where you don't even have to tell a secret to have it known. The kind where you just connect on every level, even over 2,000 miles. The kind where you just know that everything is going to always be ok. This friend is the kind that will take a fingering weight, color work sweater, knit on size threes and throw it away. She listened for weeks as I whined about how very much I hated this nearly complete sweater. How much I hated the shape, color, fit... how much I hated that I couldn't start anything else until it was done, but How I didn't want to keep working on it. About how I was stupid to have ever said I had to finish everything on my needles. She is the kind of friend that walked into my kitchen, grabbed the sweater, and walked away with it. I am sure the sweater is as equally happy as I am. It is being happily knit by the most talented, appreciative knitter that has ever been born. And that knitter loves that sweater, and will wear it every.single.day. They will live together in pure joy and bliss. As for me? I have moved on and have happily knit three pair off socks, a wave sweater, which I frogged, and this: And that, my friends, is a blog of love. Knitpicks basic raglan jacket, in knitpicks tweed. Courtesy of the amazing man in my life that still buys me yarn, even when he thinks I already have to much, and is continually having to fight back stash.
Sunday, January 19, 2014
Someone was trying to be helpful. Someone did the laundry. Someone threw in a basket that they thought was laundry. Someone made dryer balls with four balls of yarn. Three were just palette, but one.... one was a very beloved ball. A thirty dollar ball, that had dreams of becoming a really awesome shawl. Be still my heart. It could be worse. It could be the hand knit alpaca sweater that was also in that laundry basket, and is now hand puppet size. Ouch. I would share pictures, but it was one of those raw times where picture taking was beyond me. A child covered in stool, and coloring on the wall with a Sharpie? Photo opp. This though? No one wants to see this kind of destruction. No one.