The last time I blogged was last March. I had no idea so much time had passed. Yes, there was a lot going on, but I didn’t even start a draft. Good grief. I am going to try to post something at least once a month. Not as a New Year resolution and certainly not because I expect anyone to read this; I am doing this for me because I enjoy it. Anyhoo…
Life has been pretty nutty. Both boys have moved back home. They bring a level of joy and chaos to my day that is reminiscent of when they were children; the kind that only a mother can love. Let me just say, my food, laundry and prayer production is at an all time high. A certain 4-legged boy loves having his big brothers around and I even spied some liver treats in front of my son’s Xbox. It’s all good.
We have all been in relatively good health with only the passing cold or sinus trouble here and there.Â
My youngest enrolled in school and is starting to finding his way. So many young people aren’t prepared to make career decisions upon graduating high school. This was the case with my boys. I am proud of them both.
My honey finished his master’s degree in Theology. The graduation ceremony is in May and I am so excited. The conversation around what the wife of a theologian should wear has produced some very interesting conversations in our house!
In the world of knitting, I have been a little worker bee. It surprised me somewhat to see that I had met my knitting goals I set on Ravelry. It surprised me because I totally forgot I had done this. I think it speaks to that weird thing that happens to me whenever I try to knit on a deadline. The minute I put a deadline or goal on my knitting, it slows to a crawl. I am wondering if this happens to anyone else. It must. I’m sure. Right? I did participate in a KAL in the fall and finished the shawl at 11:00pm on the very last day. I loved everything I made last year, except for the attempt at two-at-a-time sock with an afterthought heel.
Edward Scissorhands would have been at home in my knitting bag. There were size 1 dpns EVERYWHERE! I regret that shot of bourbon. I frogged the socks and started over.
In April I went on my first Long Island Yarn Crawl! I had such a wonderful time. We visited the shops on the north part of the island, but there are so many places on the south of Long Island that I really want to see! This year the dates are April 4-7, which works out perfectly for me. Last year I met some wonderful people, bought a few pretties and scored some swag.
Also in April, I knit Mariel’s Cowl; a pattern my friend wrote. I did not make any changes to this one, but I do plan on making another and doubling the pattern rows. I prefer my cowls deeper (wider? taller?). This was made with some Ester Bitran Hand Dyed Andes. Aren’t the colors pretty? The pattern is free, so go check it out. NOW! But come back, ok? 🙂
If only I can teach my knitting buddy to hold my yarn when I wind it.
I think I’ll finish up for now. I’ll have more knitting deliciousness to post, but that’s for another day. Consider this your only warning.Â
Saint of the Day: St. Francis de Sales – Patron saint of the deaf. I am so thankful right now that I can hear the silly sounds of the middle school kids in the hallway.Â
What I’m sipping:Â coffee, coffee and more coffee…
So be well everyone.
May you have peace in your day.
Gratefully,
Regina
how many of you have that song by The Hues Corporation in your head now? For that, I apologize. I really do. I woke up the other day with an Elton John song in my head for no particular reason and it wasn’t one of his better ones.  Regardless, it didn’t belong in there and it took the better part of the morning to get it out!
In my glass: Coconut water and frozen fruit cubes. Delish!
My local supermarket is in the throes of renovation and reorganization. Typically, the feminine supplies are located somewhere in the vicinity of the health and beauty aids, right? Now they are conveniently located in the snack aisle. Yuppers…Potato chips, Fritos, and feminine supplies. Not quite sure if this was the brain child of a man or a woman, but I am convinced someone accessed the deepest darkest recesses of my brain. Some people go for the chocolate, but for me, it’s all about salt. Is there really any limit to how many pistachios a gal can consume? I think not, and I would consider myself a pistachio expert.
ren’t already at a premium, some dear soul in her haste, dropped a glass jar of some awful smelling somethingorother, requiring that line to shut down while another one opened, as customers argued about who was in the line first. (This is a perfect example of why liquor should be sold in supermarkets).  The one humorous moment came when an elderly woman on the line next to me, inquired if the Zombie Apocalypse was real. I want to kiss her whole face!!
