The sad tale.

I came to the very sad conclusion last weekend. When I began knitting the purple romper for Olivia I thought about what size she would be in the fall, the logical time I would want her to wear it. I was right on...9 months. And low and behold, that's the exact size she is now. But what I didn't take into consideration was the knitting time that would be lost to the lovely wedding quilt I was making. And then when I got back to my knitting I saw that I was already knitting the romper in the largest size the directions were written. But I thought, well I can knit fast and still get it finished. But last weekend while holding her I realized by the time I finish the romper she will only be able to wear it a few times, or maybe only once. What should I do....so I decided to disassemble the romper, and re-knit it into another cuddle blanket. She loves the blanket I knitted for her before she was born. Another blanket would be used all of the time. And the yarn did cost $40. So here are the pictures of the romper for me to remember....some of the hardest knitting I've ever done, (size 0 needles). Sad, sad, sad. And here is a picture of the quilt. I'm very pleased with it.

Art Post

I am consumed with doodling. What can I do with them? The girls and I went to First Fridays this weekend. We had a blast, saw lots of art, free drinking, lots of laughs and ate at an over worked pizzeria called The Art of Pizza. ...p.s. Ryane knit her hat herself without a pattern. She saw a hat like it in Aspen for $225 and then made it herself for $45, (its angora). What talent!

I miss you.

I miss you.

This is my pumpkin I

This is my pumpkin I carved for Election Day. I can’t describe my happiness right now. Yes we can! In the beginning I couldn’t quite put all my faith in him. But we’ve evolved together, him into a wonderful candidate and me into someone who cares. I just went and registered with Eckan to volunteer. I hope I will be able to make a connection. When I listened to his speech in Cleveland he brought tears to my eyes. Now having heard his acceptance speech and watching the reaction of people around the country, the tears keep coming. He really makes me want to be a better person. …I thought a lot about my mother yesterday. My mother was always an election judge. When I was really little I hated Election Day. It meant I wasn’t going to see my mom until after I was in bed and my dad was in charge of dinner. When I was in middle school I loved Election Day because my school was the polling place and my mom was there the whole day. She was so beautiful and always so nice to my friends that everyone loved her. I don’t know how she managed everything she did, raising four kids, work and volunteering. She was in the Junior Women’s League, church groups, she did pantomiming, plus worked full time during the school year. I can’t figure out how she was lucky enough to find a job, (not in the school district), that let her off in the summers. …