December 2007


I think about blogging more than I actually do it. Which is why sometimes you get disjointed thoughts and half baked explanations. And most of the things I want to share with you never make it here.

I shall endeavor to do better. And for starters, here’s something too stinking cute to not share. I sadly have not made up any of these little guys yet, but I have procured the supplies.

Here’s the author’s photo on flickr, complete with pattern. I promise it’s adorable. Squee!

With Christmas trees and the world of possibilities surrounding their decoration. This weekend we picked up a magical looking white tree for $38 dollars on sale..

tree

I used to be a bit of a purist when it came to trees. Only the real kinds would do. But the prospect of fire has steered me towards the world of fake, with a smattering of garlands made from real pine clippings to give off that oh-so-nostalgic-smell of the holiday. And if you are going to fake it, why not go crazy? White trees can be sexy, too.

The rest of the holiday was spent curled up on the couch with my hubby, my kitties and the babysaurus. I conned the mister into watching Project Runway reruns and set up a pom pom making factory

pom1

A secret talent I had no idea he possessed!

pom2

I am overwhelmed, I should say, and super inspired by many things I have seen in blog- and flickr- land lately. I can’t say for sure what brought it on, but I did not knit one bit this weekend. From Saturday to Sunday I followed link after link and found projects, blogs, and people I have been missing out on. My bloglines is suddenly overburdened with new additions, but I think that means it knows it is loved, right?

Also this weekend I had the best piece of carrot cake of my entire life, but that’s another show.

It’s Tuesday, even though I’ve been thinking it is Wednesday this whole time. I thought yesterday was Tuesday but it was really just Super-Hot-Temperature day. It was 81 degrees in December-have we finally descended into madness? I knit a little project to take the edge off.

hat

This pattern is Baby Cables and Buttons by Thea Colman. The picture in Ravelry really sold me on it. Love that yarn colorway.

hat

I knit the Child size, which obviously won’t fit the babysaurus for quite some time. Why did I do this when I have several projects I want to complete before she gets here? I don’t know, but it’s not helping my stress levels. Also not helping is this other insane idea that I decided I had to knit right now.

handspun

I’ve had this beautiful hand spun of mine sitting on my desk with a few others. There was so much of it, and I had no idea what to do with it… then I found myself falling down the rabbit hole, clicking from one blog to another to another absorbing ideas and thoughts and before I knew it I was looking at this wonderful blog by a talented lady and observing her Christmas knitting project.

handspun becoming garland

I don’t know what came over me, but 3 stitches cast on and a few hours later I was well on my way to cranking out my very first handmade Christmas decoration since grade school.

I don’t know where the final resting place of the garland will be, the tree is already decorated this year. I’m also not sure how to further embellish it for the heck of it. Sadly I don’t have any information about this handspun written down. I hand dyed it myself, most likely from Brown Sheep Mill Ends (I love how smooth this stuff is to spin). It is a thick and thin type yarn.

handspun

It was over the weekend and during this Great Internet Surf of mine that I thought about many things. I thought about the holiday season from November to New Years and what it means to me now and in the past. Even the Hubs got in on this discussion. I think it helped me put things in perspective, and I’m going to be ready to focus on what matters this year and next. I also plan to branch out in new fun crafty directions in the upcoming months. As if I didn’t already have a large, life changing event looming over the horizon, right?

There are four weeks between me and a due date. Up until now I have been feeling pretty fantastic. To the point that I hardly believed I could really be pregnant-it’s still very surreal to me. I think I have a bit of doubt that soon I will actually be going into labor and bringing home my child. But recently the pregnancy has caught up to me. I sleep most of the day, can’t get comfortable in bed, am not comfortable sitting or standing, usually have a flailing fetus crammed into my bladder/ribcage/lungs, and the emotions have hyped up a bit. I have reached that point you mamas know about-ready to get it all over with and bring home a baby, forgetting all about this temporary discomfort until I’m back here someday, doing it again in the future. The things we do for love.

Hey there. How’s it going?

Got a question for you. Do you, by chance, know what the heck happened to November?

You know you’re dink when you log in and WordPress tells you it’s been “awhile” since we’ve talked. So, what’s new with you?

I’ve been trying to muster the energy to create a list of things to do. A new list. My list for the past three weeks included such gems including, but not limited to leaving my job, buying a new car, hosting Thanksgiving for family (and avoiding losing my mind in the process) and catching up on some sleep. This new list involves some numbers. Like 10.
10 is the number of hours in the day I am a semi functioning human being lately.

7 is the number of balls of yarn I have to knit a car seat blanket for the babysaurus.

3 is the number of weeks left until I am officially “full term”. I feel I should knit said blanket ASAP.

41 is the number of days until my “due date”. I feel like I have plenty of time to knit said blanket.

96 is the number of yards in this skein of handspun eye candy.

34 is the number of times a day I pet it and wonder what to turn it into.

15 is the number of Christmas cards I need to send out by tomorrow.

20 is the number of days left until Christmas.

156 is the number of stitches worked up on this baby surprise jacket.

manta ray BSJ

And I’m pretty sure it’s all wrong.

24 is the number of cherry flavored candy canes hanging on the tree.

13 is the number of emails I need to write and/or return. We won’t even discuss the number of phone calls to be made.

5 is the number of trash bags I’ve filled to donate to Goodwill.

987 is the number of times a day I get kicked in various body parts stretched around the tummy. 4 is the age I expect I’ll be signing her up to play soccer.

56 could be the number of people I have to bake cookies for as gifts. I’m sorta fuzzy on the exact count right now.

38 is the number of additional hours it took to finally post and communicate with you, the outside world, because apparently ISP’s can’t be depended on anymore in this day and age of half-caf-coffee-to-go and the ten-second-fast-food-cheeseburger.

2 is the number of years I have said I will start Christmas albums and traditions.

0 is the amount of energy I have to do any of these things.

Today is the day I am going to start.

And this amount of cuteness can’t be assigned any specific integer.

kitties