Oh the woes of crafting

So after a week of knitting in agony I have decided that I am no longer a knitter. I never really was. I have made many scarves, a few coin purses, baby blankets etc and today I have decided that I don't like it.

The beautiful expensive hope of a baby blanket that I was making for my niece has been chucked into Nat's crib. She does like it since it is a soft velvety yarn... but it looks like fuzzy pink shit. Sorry- no other way to describe it.

I love to sew. I should have just found some fabulous fabric and sewn her a blanket but as I have no car I caved in the aisle of Fred Meyer. The pink velvet spun yarn haunted me as I proceeded to try and grocery shop and I caved. 2 trips back (walking distance) and 5 balls later ( let's see that's about 30 bucks) I have made an ok, sorta weird version of cotton candy.

So all this to say that I have lived much of my life settling for something that I have a gut feeling isn't quite right. I know that I want to make a blanket but I don't have the resources to get the supplies that I need ( i.e. fabric in this instance)- I decorate my house with things that are accessible but that I don't like. I buy cheap old navy clothes that stretch out and make me feel like a fat cow because I ask for and get that precious gift card for b-day and Christmas. I don't have the time or the money and I settle.

So what would happen if I went without and just waited for the right thing to come along? This is what I am pondering. It is sort of like my marriage for me... the only thing that I can say I did right in this respect.

So I may make a few more coin purses and scarves... maybe for myself out of the yarn I have left in my supply but I am now planning on putting my creative juices forth and looking forward to a stitchy future one step at a time.

At last.......

So Sean got a job-o in Portland and we will be moving early in February. Yay!!! We are very excited. More to come on my thoughts regarding this later.

Say Cheeese!

I was inspired by Sweet P's beautiful photography and realized that I make very little effort to 'capture the moment'.
My photography isn't that fabulous but at least it is a step to memory making.






So here are some long overdue, updated pics of the kiddos.

Barf

So my family is all relatively healthy....we rarely get sick. But the last few days three out of four of us have been puking our guts out and now Sean says he has stomach cramps. Fabulous. My mom was barfy sick and I talked to Sean's mom and her and his sister were barfy sick. All I can say is that my kids were in Corvallis this weekend and it all originated from there. DON'T GO TO CORVALLIS~~ If you can help it:) I am very seldom paranoid about these sort of things but this time I have to make a stink.

Neighborhood

A flash of pink light penetrated my duplex. I snuck out the back and saw a fire truck and ambulance across my tiny cul-de-sac.I stood at the fence....smoking my night-time cigarette as I peered out- a head above- and witnessed the scene. I saw not much.... just a stretcher wheeled out of a residence I do not know. They don't seem in a huge hurry...which perplexes me. But unfortunately what perplexes me more is this weird, fuzzy, prickly thing on the top of my fence....hmmmmmm... I'll have to check it out in the morning. Isn't humanity ridiculous? We don't know our neighbors besides a trick or treat experience with our two year old and the witness of an obviously tragic circumstance that we will never revisit. Only we will remember that weird prickly thing on OUR fence.

Food for thought

I wonder if I only ate rice and zucchini for 2 weeks if I would be ok.

Sleepy transitions and toddler awakenings

Last night after my sleepy night post at near to 11pm I went to sleep and wasn't woken until 7:30 am!! This was only with the rustling's of Nat (we put her back in our room because Elliott couldn't stay out of her crib at 5 in the morning). I was amazed as I realized that Sean has already left for work (semi-sad) and also as she just played quietly for a good half hour. I got up with her at 8 and she played more and I drank coffee and WOKE UP. This was a miracle. I am always jolted awake EVERY day. So Elliott didn't wake up until 8:25 and I was ready for him.

This was very unusual and a miracle. Him and Nat had gone to bed at 7pm as usual the previous night and he was up chattering and fighting sleep until about 8:30 pm which was usual. The thing is that he never normally sleeps past 6:30 no matter what time he goes to sleep.

I think he is ready to go to bed later and I am sooooo resistant because I love my times in the evening but I count today as a blessing.