Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Friday, March 21, 2008
If your guess was Wollmeise, you would be correct! The blue is Gewittterhimmel, the green is Farn, both are the 80/20. I love them both, but the Gewitterhimmel? Oh my, it's beautiful. I haven't quite figured out what to knit with them yet. Socks, of course. ;-) One more knitting picture to share. Here, we have Hip In Hemp Part Deux.
I don't absolutely love the orange in this skirt, but there weren't any other color choices where I bought it. I knew I didn't want to go with black again. It about killed me to pick up all of those stitches on the waste band with black. Yee-gads. I probably should have striped my colors differently, but I've already done enough to not want to rip it out. So, the way it is, that's the way it'll stay. I must say, this skirt in size 6 goes much faster than size 12. ;-)Here's something silly we did for St. Patrick's Day.
That's toast, green pancakes and green eggs and ham you see there. Benjamin was scared of the green eggs. After he tasted them, he thanked me for making them taste normal. HA!
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Thursday, March 6, 2008
I think it really hit me as I was uploading Liberty's 4th birthday pictures. My baby, really isn't a baby anymore. For a split second, there was a hint of baby fever, but trust me when I say, for a split second. Happy Birthday Liberty!!!!
Monday, March 3, 2008
Snow. Snow, snow and more snow. The snowbanks were very high. As high as the shed next to my parents house. The kids sledded nearly every day. Dad surprised them with snowmobile rides. I even squished my non-svelt body into the caboose thingie. You have to be Bo Duke to get out of it. ;-) The highlight of the trip for Devin was driving the snowmobile. By himself. With no one watching. He loved it. My brother and I were driving often by ourselves when we were 14, so I should have expected Dad to let Devin try it out. It's a whole different ball game when your own kids do the things you did when you were younger though. It was a good trip, but there's no place like home.