Saturday, September 24, 2011
Friday, September 23, 2011
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Thanks to all who entered. Check back soon for another giveaway!
Thursday, September 8, 2011
This next project was quite easy. I found the free patterns on a lovely Blog called Natural Suburbia. Linda's patterns are very easy to follow, well written, and simply wonderful. Thanks so much for sharing your patterns, Linda. You can go directly to Natural Suburbia by clicking here. Linda has so many wonderful patterns. I also made a small apple and pumpkin for Michael to play with.
My own little masterpiece(s). Here is Michael sporting a fall wook soaker. I named these soakers "Leaf PEEpers". They are made of 100% merino superwash wool, with the exception of the leaves, which are knitted from acrylic yarn and knitted onto the soaker, not knit in intarsia.
Looking forward to sharing more projects in the near future!
As I drove to the car dealership to drop the car off for service I noticed something quite interesting. So many stops as I drove because children were being picked up by carpools in private mini-vans and SUV's. No doubt filled with eager children - excited, nervous, happy, scared but ready for their first day of school. It made me think of two things. The first thought that came to mind was that this sort of site is quite familiar to me, as I was raised in the suburbs where more children were driven to school in cars, than those whom rode in buses. A very interesting sight, as most schools are neigborhood schools and are within walking distance. Even in my own hometown and little village it was common to see at least several dozen children slowly making their way, by foot, to school; myself included as my age permitted it. Of course there was always the line of SUV's in front of the school dropping off one or more children. Just an interesting
observation, I suppose.
My second thought was more of a feeling. How I miss the excitement of a new school year. Even in college, I can still remember the first day, of my last year of grad school. I remember telling myself how this would likely be the last "first day of school" I would ever have, as myself as the attending student. School days make me think of fall, cool weather, school holidays, new teachers, and new friends. I remember most of my first school days and must say that I got a bit teary thinking of the next time I "experience" a first day of school. Yes, that day when Michael first steps on a yellow school bus and leaves the comforts of the home we have made for him and enters a whole new world of learning and discovery; it is both incredibly exciting and scary at the same time. But, I've got five years to prepare myself for that, althought I know that's simply not enough time.
In other news, unrelated to school, I have been busy working on knitting projects and trying to mentally prepare myself for our move. I'm so excited about starting our life together in a new home and waiting on the closing has been a true test of my patience - of which I have very little of.
If all goes well I will post some pictures later today of my recent projects and of course, my beautiful, growing little boy.
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Sunday, September 4, 2011
I was able to finish a few small acorns and leaves for my aunt as well, and hope they will be a nice surprise and welcome sight in her home in sunny Florida!
Cloth diapering is coming along well, despite a minor setback. When we originally decided to cloth diaper, I had ordered a dozen Charlie banana diapers from Zulily. It took weeks for them to get her, but that was fine because we needed time to build up more diapers. In that time I was able to acquire about a dozen more diapers. When the CB's arrived, much to my disappointment, I realized they did not fit Michael very well. Since I had prepped them and washed them, I could not return them and worse yet, I was out 12 diapers in my rotation. So, back online I went - stalking my favorite brand in the hopes of scoring more coveted Ragababe diapers, and buying a few other brands to try out. I am happy to say we now have 16 diapers and one more on the way. Ideally, I would like to have 30 so I have plenty for a three day rotation.
Finally, our days have been getting nicer as cooler weather approaches and we can finally head outside and enjoy cool breeze and sunny skies. The sweltering heat of the summer this year was not favorable for outdoor activities with a small baby in tow. So sadly much of our summer was spent indoors in the air conditioning.
I will post again soon, hopefully shortly after we move into our new place. We've had a set back in the closing date as the seller was not ready back in august, so we are all finally ready to move forward. Mikey is anxious to play in his new room and I am very anxious to start our new life in our new home!
Friday, August 5, 2011
Friday, April 8, 2011
Monday, April 4, 2011
As a child, we had the most wonderful holidays. This was mostly due to the hard work and creativity of my parents. Easter was one of those special holidays where it was always less about the presents and more about being a family, enjoying spring (even on those rare snowy ones) and dressing in our best Easter outfits. When I think back I can recall several special Easter's where my memories are so clear it's as if it was yesterday. I remember Mom making us the best and prettiest dresses, and going to spend time at Grandma's where we would look for Easter eggs and just have good old fashioned fun. But, it was not always easy for my parents to make holidays happen without us knowing that our family may have had less in the way of finances and for what it's worth, we never really knew until later in life how our parents struggled.
My mother would work extra jobs to buy us nice things and my Dad would spend his weekends, literally, in the swamps, trimming down pussywillow bushes and hauling them back to the minivan, to later trim, bundle, and sell to a dealer at the Broadway Market. On Easter Sunday, our traditional and often times antique or handmade baskets, were filled to the brim with the best chocolates from local confectioners. We would race downstairs to seek out our baskets that the "bunny" had hidden about the house and he always found clever places to hide them. One year, after searching all about and feeling quite defeated as my siblings had already found their baskets, my big brother pointed one small finger up to the ceiling. There it was, my basket was hanging from an old beam in our 100 year old house. I never noticed it, as my Mom had always displayed baskets from the beams.
Sadly, so much of this type of holiday fun is taken for granted by so many. But, not by me. I understand the sacrifices my parents made to ensure we had the best holidays and best memories of home and family. I consider myself very fortunate. I hope that by realizing these sacrifices and having such wonderful memories, I will be a better parent myself. I want my own children to have wonderful, special memories of their holidays as well as their every days.
This Christmas passed and, due to Michaels early arrival, I was barely able to make a dozen Christmas cookies. I excused myself from it this year, but next year will be different. This Easter Michael will have his own antique Easter basket, just like I had. He will have pictures taken with pussywillows, peeps, and his basket - of course dressed in his best Easter clothes. He won't remember this Easter, but I won't ever forget it. My little one is growing fast and it's these times that I want to remember most so I can tell him all about it as he gets older.
I think Easter is a great time to reflect and remember that being thankful doesn't just come at thanksgiving. It comes at all different times in our lives, and this Easter is definitely one for us.