Happy New Year, everyone!
I am personally glad to see 2007 leave. It's been a hell of a year around our house. We have had many ups and downs. Now, on the last day of this year, the future is looking bright once again.
John and I have made it thru with alot more gray hair but together and stronger than ever. We got old this last year....together. I thank God everyday for sending me this wonderful man to be my partner in life. I love him and he loves me.
Dawn, my oldest daughter, is doing great! She is finally back to her old self, smiling and happy. She is loving life! I worried about her ALOT over the last year. She has had a heavy weight on her shoulders. She has a 2 year old little boy, gave birth to an amazingly happy baby boy, went thru a divorce and is doing a great job at making sure both kids are well adjusted. She is finally able to smile at her X husband when he comes to get the kids for visitation. (I still want to beat the shit out of him.) She is dating Brian again. A young man that she dated a few years ago. He is totally in love with her and is wonderful with the boys. She's taking it slow. He has brought back her self confidence and her smile. It's a beautiful sight to see.
Amanda, my youngest daughter, is stubborn and hard headed and we have had our trials. She has grown up so much over the last year and is turning into a fantastic young woman. She has managed to keep straight A's in school, with everything that has happened this last year. She's 14 years old but her soul is older. You would think that she's in her 20's most of the time. She's smart and beautiful, inside and out. She and her boyfriend have been together for over a year now. Scary stuff for a 14 and 15 year old. They are devoted to each other and it's amazing to watch 2 teenagers handle a relationship better than most adults. It has been hard on us parents. They are both wonderful kids, smart and mature for their ages. They are determined to show all of us that they really do love each other and want to be together forever. Sometimes they make us, adults, look like children. I think that we are all starting to believe that they will end up married someday.......way in the future. Is it really so hard to believe that 2 people their age could have already found the love of their lives?
I lost my mother this year. That has been the hardest thing to deal with. I miss her everyday. I still need her everyday.
My grandsons are my life! Those two little boys have made me get up when I just wanted to give up. They bring me so much joy, love and happiness every day. They think that I'm awesome and I can't and won't let them down.
I'm ready for a new year. Let's do this thing!
Monday, December 31, 2007
Friday, December 28, 2007
A Shopping I Did Go
My LYS is going out of business. Now by local I mean about 40 miles away. Yes, that was the closest yarn shop to me, other than Michael's or Hobby Lobby. Those 2 stores don't have the greatest selection of fiber, if you know what I mean.
Anyway, she sent me an e-mail telling me the sad news. I almost cried. Yesterday my youngest daughter and I made the trek over to said yarn shop and I bought several skeins of socky goodness for 50% - 60% off the regular price.
That should keep me busy for awhile.
There is one skein missing from that picture because I've already cast on a sock...
Anyway, she sent me an e-mail telling me the sad news. I almost cried. Yesterday my youngest daughter and I made the trek over to said yarn shop and I bought several skeins of socky goodness for 50% - 60% off the regular price.
That should keep me busy for awhile.
There is one skein missing from that picture because I've already cast on a sock...
Monday, December 24, 2007
More Wrist Warmers
Once again Irish Hiking Wrist Warmers. This time done in Patons Classic Wool, colorway Forest on U.S. 9's for my hubby. My whole family loves these things......
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Finished The Tudora
Here it is. The Tudora The pattern was super easy and worked up quickly.
This one is done in Lion Brand Wool-Ease
This one is done in Lion Brand Wool-Ease
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Knitter's Night Before Christmas
Knitter's Night Before Christmas
'Twas the night before Christmas and all around me
There was unfinished knitting not under the tree,
The stockings weren't hung by the chimney with care
'Cause the heels and the toes had not a stitch there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
But I had not finished the caps for their heads.
Dad was asleep---he was no help at all.
And the sweater for him was 6" too small.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I put down my needles to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash.
Tripped over my yarn and fell down in my stash.
The tangle of yarn that lay deep as the snow
Reminded me how far I still had to go.
When out on the lawn I heard such a noise,
I was sure it would wake up both Dad and the boys.
And although I was tired--my brain a bit thick,
I knew in a moment that it must be St Nick.
Yet what I heard left me very perplex-ed
For nothing I heard was what I expect-ed.
"Move Rowan! Move Patons! Move Koigu and Clover!
Move Shelridge! Move Starmore! Move Spinrite!
Move over!
Lopi, don't circle around, just stand there in line.
Pay attention you sheep and you'll work out just fine!
I know this is hard as it's just your first year
But I'd hate to go back to 8 tiny reindeer."
I peered over the sill. What I saw was amazing:
Eight wooly sheep on my lawn all a-grazing!
And then in a twinkle, I heard at the door
Santa's big boots stomping on the porch floor.
I rose from my knees and got back on my feet.
As I turned around, St Nick I did meet.
He was dressed all in wool from his heat to his toe
And his clothes were hand knit from above to below.
A bright Fair Isle sweater he wore on his back.
And his toys were all stuffed in an Aran knit sack.
His hat was a wonder of bobbles and lace
A beautiful frame for his rosey red face.
The scarf on his neck could have stretched for a mile,
And the socks peeking over his boots were Argyle.
On the back of his mitts was an intricate cable.
And suddenly on one I spotted a small label:
"S.C." in duplicate on the cuff.
So I asked, "Hey, Nick, did YOU knit all this stuff?"
He proudly replied, "Ho, ho, ho, yes I did.
I learned how to knit when I was just a kid."
He was chubby and plump, a well dressed old man,
And I laughed to myself, for I'd thought up a plan.
I flashed him a grin and jumped up in the air,
And the next thing he knew, he was tied to a chair.
He spoke not a word, but looked down in his lap
Where I had laid my needles and yarn for a cap.
He began then to knit, first one cap then 2--
For the first time I thought I might really get through.
He put heels in the stockings and toes in some socks,
While I sat back drinking a scotch on the rocks.
Quickly like magic his needles they flew,
Good Grief! He was finished by two!
He sprang for his sleigh when I let him go free,
And over his shoulder he looked back at me.
I heard him explain as he sailed past the moon,
"Next year, start your knitting sometime around JUNE!"
'Twas the night before Christmas and all around me
There was unfinished knitting not under the tree,
The stockings weren't hung by the chimney with care
'Cause the heels and the toes had not a stitch there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
But I had not finished the caps for their heads.
Dad was asleep---he was no help at all.
And the sweater for him was 6" too small.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I put down my needles to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash.
Tripped over my yarn and fell down in my stash.
The tangle of yarn that lay deep as the snow
Reminded me how far I still had to go.
When out on the lawn I heard such a noise,
I was sure it would wake up both Dad and the boys.
And although I was tired--my brain a bit thick,
I knew in a moment that it must be St Nick.
Yet what I heard left me very perplex-ed
For nothing I heard was what I expect-ed.
"Move Rowan! Move Patons! Move Koigu and Clover!
Move Shelridge! Move Starmore! Move Spinrite!
Move over!
Lopi, don't circle around, just stand there in line.
Pay attention you sheep and you'll work out just fine!
I know this is hard as it's just your first year
But I'd hate to go back to 8 tiny reindeer."
I peered over the sill. What I saw was amazing:
Eight wooly sheep on my lawn all a-grazing!
And then in a twinkle, I heard at the door
Santa's big boots stomping on the porch floor.
I rose from my knees and got back on my feet.
As I turned around, St Nick I did meet.
He was dressed all in wool from his heat to his toe
And his clothes were hand knit from above to below.
A bright Fair Isle sweater he wore on his back.
And his toys were all stuffed in an Aran knit sack.
His hat was a wonder of bobbles and lace
A beautiful frame for his rosey red face.
The scarf on his neck could have stretched for a mile,
And the socks peeking over his boots were Argyle.
On the back of his mitts was an intricate cable.
And suddenly on one I spotted a small label:
"S.C." in duplicate on the cuff.
So I asked, "Hey, Nick, did YOU knit all this stuff?"
He proudly replied, "Ho, ho, ho, yes I did.
I learned how to knit when I was just a kid."
He was chubby and plump, a well dressed old man,
And I laughed to myself, for I'd thought up a plan.
I flashed him a grin and jumped up in the air,
And the next thing he knew, he was tied to a chair.
He spoke not a word, but looked down in his lap
Where I had laid my needles and yarn for a cap.
He began then to knit, first one cap then 2--
For the first time I thought I might really get through.
He put heels in the stockings and toes in some socks,
While I sat back drinking a scotch on the rocks.
Quickly like magic his needles they flew,
Good Grief! He was finished by two!
He sprang for his sleigh when I let him go free,
And over his shoulder he looked back at me.
I heard him explain as he sailed past the moon,
"Next year, start your knitting sometime around JUNE!"
CROCHETERS’ NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS
CROCHETERS’ NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS
(oldie, but a goodie)
~ Author Unknown ~
‘Twas the night before Christmas and all around me
There was unfinished crocheting not under the tree,
The stockings weren’t hung by the chimney with care
‘Cause the heels and the toes had not a stitch there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
But I had not finished the caps for their heads.
Dad was asleep—he was no help at all.
And the sweater for him was 6″ too small.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I put down my hook to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash.
Tripped over my yarn and fell down in my stash.
The tangle of yarn that lay deep as the snow
Reminded me how far I still had to go.
When out on the lawn I heard such a noise,
I was sure it would wake up both Dad and the boys.
And although I was tired–my brain a bit thick,
I knew in a moment that it must be St Nick.
Yet what I heard left me very perplex-ed
For nothing I heard was what I expect-ed.
“Move Rowan! Move Patons! Move Koigu and Clover!
Move Shelridge! Move Starmore! Move Spinrite! Move over!
Lopi, don’t circle around, just stand there in line.
Pay attention you sheep and you’ll work out just fine!
I know this is hard as it’s just your first year
But I’d hate to go back to 8 tiny reindeer.”
I peered over the sill. What I saw was amazing:
Eight wooly sheep on my lawn all a-grazing!
And then in a twinkle, I heard at the door
Santa’s big boots stomping on the porch floor.
I rose from my knees and got back on my feet.
As I turned around, St Nick I did meet.
He was dressed all in wool from his heat to his toe
And his clothes were hand crochet from above to below.
A bright Fair Isle sweater he wore on his back.
And his toys were all stuffed in an Aran crochet sack.
His hat was a wonder of bobbles and lace
A beautiful frame for his rosy red face.
The scarf on his neck could have stretched for a mile,
And the socks peeking over his boots were Argyle.
On the back of his mitts was an intricate cable.
And suddenly on one I spotted a small label:
“S.C.” in duplicate on the cuff.
So I asked, “Hey, Nick, did YOU crochet all this stuff?”
He proudly replied, “Ho, ho, ho, yes I did.
I learned how to crochet when I was just a kid.”
He was chubby and plump, a well dressed old man,
And I laughed to myself, for I’d thought up a plan.
I flashed him a grin and jumped up in the air,
And the next thing he knew, he was tied to a chair.
He spoke not a word, but looked down in his lap
Where I had laid my crochet hook and yarn for a cap.
He began then to crochet, first one cap then 2–
For the first time I thought I might really get through.
He put heels in the stockings and toes in some socks,
While I sat back drinking a scotch on the rocks.
Quickly like magic his hooks they flew,
Good Grief! He was finished by two!
He sprang for his sleigh when I let him go free,
And over his shoulder he looked back at me.
I heard him explain as he sailed past the moon,
“Next year, start your crocheting sometime around JUNE!”
(oldie, but a goodie)
~ Author Unknown ~
‘Twas the night before Christmas and all around me
There was unfinished crocheting not under the tree,
The stockings weren’t hung by the chimney with care
‘Cause the heels and the toes had not a stitch there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
But I had not finished the caps for their heads.
Dad was asleep—he was no help at all.
And the sweater for him was 6″ too small.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I put down my hook to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash.
Tripped over my yarn and fell down in my stash.
The tangle of yarn that lay deep as the snow
Reminded me how far I still had to go.
When out on the lawn I heard such a noise,
I was sure it would wake up both Dad and the boys.
And although I was tired–my brain a bit thick,
I knew in a moment that it must be St Nick.
Yet what I heard left me very perplex-ed
For nothing I heard was what I expect-ed.
“Move Rowan! Move Patons! Move Koigu and Clover!
Move Shelridge! Move Starmore! Move Spinrite! Move over!
Lopi, don’t circle around, just stand there in line.
Pay attention you sheep and you’ll work out just fine!
I know this is hard as it’s just your first year
But I’d hate to go back to 8 tiny reindeer.”
I peered over the sill. What I saw was amazing:
Eight wooly sheep on my lawn all a-grazing!
And then in a twinkle, I heard at the door
Santa’s big boots stomping on the porch floor.
I rose from my knees and got back on my feet.
As I turned around, St Nick I did meet.
He was dressed all in wool from his heat to his toe
And his clothes were hand crochet from above to below.
A bright Fair Isle sweater he wore on his back.
And his toys were all stuffed in an Aran crochet sack.
His hat was a wonder of bobbles and lace
A beautiful frame for his rosy red face.
The scarf on his neck could have stretched for a mile,
And the socks peeking over his boots were Argyle.
On the back of his mitts was an intricate cable.
And suddenly on one I spotted a small label:
“S.C.” in duplicate on the cuff.
So I asked, “Hey, Nick, did YOU crochet all this stuff?”
He proudly replied, “Ho, ho, ho, yes I did.
I learned how to crochet when I was just a kid.”
He was chubby and plump, a well dressed old man,
And I laughed to myself, for I’d thought up a plan.
I flashed him a grin and jumped up in the air,
And the next thing he knew, he was tied to a chair.
He spoke not a word, but looked down in his lap
Where I had laid my crochet hook and yarn for a cap.
He began then to crochet, first one cap then 2–
For the first time I thought I might really get through.
He put heels in the stockings and toes in some socks,
While I sat back drinking a scotch on the rocks.
Quickly like magic his hooks they flew,
Good Grief! He was finished by two!
He sprang for his sleigh when I let him go free,
And over his shoulder he looked back at me.
I heard him explain as he sailed past the moon,
“Next year, start your crocheting sometime around JUNE!”
KNITTY
Knitty winter 07 is out.
There are some lovely patterns that I would like to give a go.
I'll be knitting Ice Queen for a KAL in January over at Fiber Freaks. I love love love Halcyon and Tudora is going on my needles right away.
Go check it out.
There are some lovely patterns that I would like to give a go.
I'll be knitting Ice Queen for a KAL in January over at Fiber Freaks. I love love love Halcyon and Tudora is going on my needles right away.
Go check it out.
Monday, December 10, 2007
A Present A Day
Go check it out! GarnStudio is posting a pattern a day. Most of them are knit but there is a beautiful crocheted scarf posted too.
Sunday, December 9, 2007
AND THE WINNER IS..........
The pageant is over and she had fun. She looked beautiful and did a fantastic job up there. She said that she would never do that again. Not because she didn't win but because of how it affected alot of the other girls. She said that it was sorta fun pretending to be a lifesized Barbie but it was hard seeing her friends feelings get hurt.
I was so proud of her afterward. There were several girls crying, including her boyfriend's little sister. Amanda was comforting them and had most of them smiling by the time we all left. I didn't hear every conversation she had with them but I heard one. She hugged her friends and told them that it would be okay. "So what if two people in the whole world don't think that we looked beautiful enough to win at this particular moment. Those people don't matter anyway. They don't know any of us and were judging us based on a few minutes on a stage. So what? It doesn't matter what they think of us. What matters is what we think of ourselves. We all had the nerve to get up there in front of all those people and do this thing. That's something to be proud of. Not a one of us fell or puked! That's really something to be proud of. Everybody judges something or someone every day. They didn't do anything special so what does it matter what they think of any of us?"
How wise is a 14 year old suppose to be? At that moment I knew that I'm doing a good job raising a strong, smart, caring and compassionate young lady.
I got a WINNER!
I was so proud of her afterward. There were several girls crying, including her boyfriend's little sister. Amanda was comforting them and had most of them smiling by the time we all left. I didn't hear every conversation she had with them but I heard one. She hugged her friends and told them that it would be okay. "So what if two people in the whole world don't think that we looked beautiful enough to win at this particular moment. Those people don't matter anyway. They don't know any of us and were judging us based on a few minutes on a stage. So what? It doesn't matter what they think of us. What matters is what we think of ourselves. We all had the nerve to get up there in front of all those people and do this thing. That's something to be proud of. Not a one of us fell or puked! That's really something to be proud of. Everybody judges something or someone every day. They didn't do anything special so what does it matter what they think of any of us?"
How wise is a 14 year old suppose to be? At that moment I knew that I'm doing a good job raising a strong, smart, caring and compassionate young lady.
I got a WINNER!
Thursday, December 6, 2007
The Dress
My youngest daughter is in a beauty pageant Saturday.
I do not like them but it's her choice so we are doing it this one time.
Here's the dress.....The pics are clickable.
I do not like them but it's her choice so we are doing it this one time.
Here's the dress.....The pics are clickable.
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