A photo update

So much has happened lately.

First we adopted a cat. His name is Butter (he came with the name). He was so freaked when we got him, that he spent the first week behind our couch. By day 7, he and our dog were helping me knit:



Then Butter got so confident with the yarn, he decided to try it solo:



We went to Cloudcroft, NM for brief break. The aspens were beautiful and the temps were deliciously cool!

We stopped in Muleshoe, TX, which I was suprised to learn has a McDonald's AND a playland! Who knew???


I finished my "car socks" that have been in the car and on the needles since early summer:





The twins saw their first memorable mountains. The pic below was taken shortly after Eli said "these are the tallest mountains EVER!"



We went to White Sands, NM where the boys went sand sledding:



The innocent charming face below posed for this pic after pushing me down a dune when I casually commented that it seemed an awfully long way down....he just. pushed. me. down. the. dune!!!!



I regret that I don't have any good pics on my computer that show the boys in the "real" mountains -- but let me assure you that there was hiking, elk, elk poop, chimineas, and marshmallow roasting all around!

It was a great trip but we're glad to be home!

Sick day

I'm home with a sick little 6 year old today. He was feeling rotten, so we were cuddling in bed watching Sesame Street (such nostalgia value for this mommy). Good love!

Sesame Street is always evolving to excite kids with updated music and skits. Eli loved it, and Mommy loved this piece so much she had to share with you. I nearly rolled off the bed when it started.

Can you tell me how to get to Sesame Street?

Because yarn is a terrible thing to waste.

Last winter I fell in love with the genius that is Stephanie Japel and Fitted Knits. Her patterns are so approachable, flattering, and fun. I jumped off and made Boatneck Bluebell and knit with a fervor never before seen. I wore it for exactly 3 hours in early April. Then I felted it.


I called my friend, Chris. I showed her the shrunken felted mess and we had a memorial stout to help ease the blow. Then my friend Chris, who is a very petite gal and at least 6 sizes smaller than me, pulled the sweater over her head and walked out the door. Yep, that's right, the sweater shrunk to fit her size small frame vs. my large frame. I chalked it up to kharma and knitterly cockiness. I shouldn't have been knitting that selfishly on a sweater. I gave myself some time to digest the problems and recommitted to doing it again. I started it sometime in July and finished it in August. Meet Boatneck Bluebell versions 1.0 and 2.0 (unfelted).

I'm officially a dumbass. Any questions?