March has come roaring in bring a birthday blitz and cold weather. Trees are down on the road, power and phone outtages abound, and a dusting of snow kept my kindergartner home on Tuesday. Personally I enjoy a good snowday but this one didn’t have much snow. There was some mudding in the yard and then the boys came into warm up and clean off. I took the opportunity to knit myself this headband I originally found in Martha Stewart’s magazine. And now that it’s done and my ears are all toasty I can focus on the final week of the quarter or as it is know at the Burrow. Time to re arrange the furniture in every room! Ready, set, Go!
*1,2,3,4-Coolio
The temperatures have been in the low thirties all week, with promises (unkept) of snow each day. Each morning a small kindergartner’s hopes are dashed as the green grass stares back at him and he is forced to don his school things and head out to the bus stop.
His brother and I work away at the table, my fingertips chilly as they tap away. This week I hit on a class idea. I should knit myself something! Because I knit now and stuff! I have been trying not to knit, because it is so easy and portable and I spent this week going through my unfinished quilt objects and trying to organize them into piles that I’m going to do, piles that I want to do and the let’s get serious I’m never going to do this pile.
Sometimes though hats and mittens are just called for and it’s rare that I’m making for myself, Sad when I don’t have my own pair of homemade gloves, which even match! I mean they are like the same size and everything. I could probably call myself a knitter at this point. I don’t want to let it go to my head though. After all, those quilting piles aren’t getting any smaller, but my head is sure warmer. Bring on the snow.
Merry Christmas-Bing
It’s all knitty knitty bang bang here. It’s the calm before the storm. It’s swimming lessons, and violin and school and lego camp all still going on even though there is a huge old Turtledash headed my way.
I prefer to ignore it and knit these mittens which may turn out after all. Actually I have no problem making one mitten, it’s the pair that sends me around the bend, I can never get the second one nearly as good. This is only a problem if I”m giving them to someone other than my children, which so far has happened. But it could be just around the corner…for reals yo.
*Bang Bang Chitty Chitty Bang Bang
Orange. Is the color of the day.
*True Colors by Cyndi Lauper
This weekend was wet with a side of rainy Mcrain. We spent it mostly inside, watching the flames in the woodstove lick at the glass and listening to my five year old yell “it eats paper! the Fire eats paper!) As if he hadn’t spent his formative years around a woodstove. As if the whole experience was new. As if I hadn’t spent the early year of his life trying to keep him away from the pretty lights. No! Hot! Hot? Yes. Hot!
We knitted and drank tea (mostly me) watch Nanny McPhee returns, again and again. And again. The Man worked away in the yard and when that got to ridiculously soggy he took shelter in the shop and worked on the Chicken coop. Our chickens are coming home to roost so to speak. Three small bantums, Will, Will II and of course Blackhole. I am convinced this is a great plan, because it means no more baby chickens raised at 4H that we have to find homes for in the summer, the boys can continue to show these chickens each year at the Fair. Oh the sadness of letting go of your chicken.
practically unrelated in everyway.
Because let’s face little boys and animals? Are a natural combination. And as I pointed out to my husband, in my desperation to stop the sadness, chickens, are small and sometime lay eggs (if they are old enough and s0 inclined which ours are not) as opposed to say Dragons. Dragons, the topic of conversation of every. single. minute. of. the. day. Dragons get very large and breathe fire and require a lot of honey cakes and eat five times a day. Or so I’ve been told. And chickens, hey they don’t need nearly any of the work that training a dragon requires. Or the firmness of Heart.
Hat 2 of the weekend…still unrelated.
Even though the woodstove has been fired up, we are not going to keep it going for three years (the length of time one must keep a dragon egg hot) I’ve had to lay down the law on the getting of a dragon. I just am not up to the challenge. We have many, many books. Some of which give us ‘helpful’ information on where to acquire your dragon egg, how to house and raise said egg. But I am weary. And just not ready for the responsibility and so I have told my Seven Year old that he must prove to me that he can take care of the dog first. Remember to feed it-(just twice a day) walk her, be responsible for her. And when the time comes (when he is ten) we will look into the possibility of adding a dragon to our menagerie. Because Dragons are really, a very large time commitment, and animal and oh so many more things…
Don’t you Agree?
*Once there was a little old ant-Frank Sinatra
Legolas has my number. She knows that is she buys me cute, yummy yarn that I will make adorable clothes for adorable Seymour.
I may eat her up.
A final boring picture of the Blue Bloomers, baby leg, less.
It’s true, I now ‘knit for yarn’. I would make a cardboard sign but I’m busy knitting 
Freebird- Giles (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)
Everyone likes a ball of yarn.
Birthday crafting is a gateway drug to other projects, after spending the last month or so making visions of number shirts, scarves and bags come to fruition I’ve dug through boxes of fabric and unfinished projects.
(late birthday/everyday gift for Seymour, really she is the only one to wear these pants, so you know, gift might be a stretch)
This weekend a group of quilters gathered near the beach, as we are wont to do. And in preparation for that gathering, I spent last week digging through UFO boxes (Unfinished objects) while it is somewhat embarrassing to have boxes of unfinished projects it is also an interesting exercise in time and change. Things that bothered me before about a project and probably what got it relegated to the UFO box no longer matter.
For example the blue border of this quilt bothered me when I first received it back in the mail It was a round robin. Now I like it. And I added Lily, hi Lily!
Vacation has a way of clearing out the cobwebs, or at least of dusting off the sewing machine. I headed to the coast for some inspiration, with a suitcase full of unfinished, and some unstarted projects.
I came home with two finished projects, and one UFO, nearly done. Now if I can put down the knitting needles for the next few nights, I can finish up the binding on my Life is a mystery quilt. My, how young the boys are in this picture.
*Breakdown-Jack Johnson
Speaking of things that go around and around.
When the rest of it seems too much, knit a kitty hat. (It’s not really too much) Meow.
Also I may have moved some furniture. Very small. Wee. in fact. No painting what so ever.
*What goes around, comes around -Penn Masala
It’s fairly difficult to follow a post about a mouse in a boot, so I’m going to simply distract you with adorable baby pictures. Look! I knit soakers!
They fit and everything, I’ve already cast on a second pair. They are blue, and maybe pink and green, you know, just like this first pair.
*The Brady Bunch Theme Song