I do not know about anyone else, but I have been affected with a really bad case of “Startitis”. I have a few projects that have been lingering for a while. They definitely need to get done. But for one reason or another I have been pushing them off. And then there is my Vest, I think the fronts WILL have to be reworked again… A bit.Also in the process of stash inventory a few forgotten projects cam
I have always wondered what is pushing me to craft. Why do I find so much joy in a completed (and let’s be honest not completed projects)? I think part of the answer is that I never feel alone as I craft. Even when there is no one in the room. I feel connected to the others that took pride in their stitches, who discovered new ways of doing things, or just did it to clothe and feed their families.For the past f
It might be subtle, but my blog got a new look. My DH (who is my blog-master) has finally given me a third column to fill up. There are now more interesting things in the sidebars. Take a look and let me know how you like it. He has also installed a counter for me, to count down to the Maryland Sheep & Wool.
For those who are not familiar with the term,- SABLE is Stash Acquisition Beyond Life Expectancy.OK, OK… I know it is cheating, but I have decided that my Pesach cleaning starts from my stash. It has to be tamed. I am tired of jostling bags full of yarn on my bed. I want my bed back. For this I have to make space. So I have this illusion, yes I know it is just an illusion, that if I organize things, everything
I am really not a bad cook. Forget it, I am a good cook and a good baker.But this thing has defeated me. I have won it 2 years ago at the charity auction. It is a bread machine, that was supposed to provide my family with lovely fresh bread in the morning. I dreamed about making sandwiches out of the fresh bread and, how my kids would love them. I have tried it out and it was a let down. It was not the bread machine.
I am feeling chronically pregnant. It is not because I have had six kids in 12 years. Also some of those pregnancies were very, very long. It is The Vest. My wonderful, maddening, finish-defying Vertical Vest. I have been working on it on and off and very off for the past 2 years. I have been really close to finishing it twice. We are talking almost done here. Each time The Vest managed to convince me that it should
We have been busy. Yesterday my DH took photos of the “yarn that lives in our bedroom, under the beds”. A week before, we photographed all other “yarn that lives in my bedroom”. We have now over a hundred pictures and I have been busy matching up names and faces (or rather pictures). It is a tedious, mind-numbing exercise, but I keep telling myself that I really need to do it. Like I wrote bef
It was a treat to have been visited by the Q-girl. And here are my kids: Rivka (9 y.) ready to clown around My little princes in a dress made by Mammy- Shterna Sara (15 month) My big-little boy Shraga Feivish (11 y.) She is a “mammy” – Chaya Mushka (7 y.) He is not a bird, he is not a plain, he is a Super-Bear Dovber (5 y.) The littlest fireman Eliezer Aharon (3 y.)
This is a day after the day after. I might not be very coherent. Please, excuse me, I am just emerging from the chocolate coma. As I look around I see the debris, candy wrappers, packets of chips, colorful bags. Children are in school. No, this deserves an exclamation mark. Children are in school! And I am free to clean up, and pull myself together, and start the whole cooking thing all over again. Shabbos is coming.
Today is Purim! Here is my total so far. I have knitted three “Clowny Hats” out of four. The pattern for the third hat has been posted for your pleasure. I think my fourth kid will be “me”, as in “Mammy”. Frankly, I am tired of this yarn and pretty thankful for her choice.Purim is the special day when everything familiar and serious turns upside-down. It is a day of merriment and f