food, crochet, merriment
Remember this pretty stuff that we found for $1 last year at JoAnn’s? I’m always amazed at how a silly piece of string can magically transform into something soft and warm…
The green and pink were used to make the baby lambys–yeah, that’s how I spell it–a while back. Remember?
Well, the grey and the gold have worked up nicely…
into toboggan hats for our Lily and Beckham…
and the pink one is for the Chompy–so soft and sweet.
And all from a silly piece of string.
Oh, and happy Groundhog’s day!!
When you live in the house with a sweet baby Chompy and everyone goes away for the day…
you might think it would be peaceful and perfect.
But I’m telling you, it’s just quiet and weird.
There’s nobody sitting in the chair dropping their lunch on the floor.
There’s nobody poking this grumpy kitty.
There’s nobody calling me on the phone.
There’s no baby bear sleeping in this just right bed.
There’s nobody sitting in a barrel counting eggs.
There’s nobody doing the shopping…
or bringing home donuts…
or feeding the birds.
The princess is singing all by herself…
and there are no gates to scale…anywhere.
And I’m just sitting here…waiting…
for them all to come back.
Because when you live in a house with a sweet baby Chompy…
it’s just quiet and weird…
and peaceful’s not so perfect.
Had a few friends ask about the sweet little headband with the dainty butterfly on the side…you know…from the other day.
We tried to get a close-up modeled by our squirmy little Chompy. It kinda worked.
I’ve put a few in the Etsy shop and am doing my darndest (is that really a word?!) to get the pattern on there as well–certainly, a much, much loftier project.
In the meantime, we’ll just stay indoors and enjoy butterflies in the winter.
They are welcome indeed.
…understand one thing…
…you ain’t never gettin’ it back.
Happy Birthday Sweet Baby Chompy!
Long, long ago—so long ago, in fact, that the queen of the whole world’s children actually were children—there was discovered a beautiful, magical piece of fabric.
This fabric was a perfect purple, blue and pink paisley, fuzzy, velor.
It was also discovered that the mystical fabric had a perfectly divine purpose and would be just the thing for making three lovely dressing gowns for the queen’s three incredibly cool daughters.
However, there was trouble in the kingdom that season and the queen became preoccupied with many, many mundane tasks. Therefore the 3 dressing gowns for the 3 princesses didn’t actually happen.
It turned out to be a good thing because as the princesses grew, one day they unanimously declared that the beautiful, perfect, purple, blue, and pink paisley fuzzy velor was in reality NOT beautiful. It was “dreadful, horrible, snakey” fabric.
Some say the word “hideous” was even gently tossed about that day.
Well, it’s a good thing the queen didn’t make those dressing gowns for her incredibly cool daughters out of that incredibly NOT cool fabric or certainly all would have been lost, and despair would have swallowed up the kingdom. The horrid fabric was sent to the cold and damp dungeon, to never be heard of again.
Phew.
That was close.
Several generations later, after much banishing, crown shifting and dragon slaying…
the queen was still in charge of the whole world, but the kingdom had new heirs to the thrown.
By royal decree, the dreaded fabric was searched out and found. To the delight of all…
it was miraculously beautiful once more.
Just perfect in fact…
for a playful romp through the castle halls…
a quiet chat in the upper chambers…
or even a quick ride around the grounds.
The magical fabric was wholeheartedly embraced and invited to stay.
He agreed.
At last, balance, harmony and good will were restored to the kingdom.
Next order of business…
Joy, love, rock and roll, and of course—
world peace.
News at 10.