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Stained Glass Crochet
I’ve found the perfect late-night-in-front-of-the-tv-type project. You know, the soothing kind that keeps the hands busy-busy while the mind just starts shutting down for the evening.
This is the afghan project that my dear Daney boy and his Kortney chose many months ago. With them not quite so close anymore, I figure, now’s the time.
It’s called the “Stained Glass” afghan from Annie’s Attic and oh, myyyy is it ever fun. Some nights, I can barely put it down.
The whole design of the motif changes with every round, which of course spurs me on to finish each of the twelve, if for no other reason than to see what it’s going to look like next.
I’ll keep taking pictures of the progress though because this fun thing might just be hard to give away in the end…
that is…
if those two weren’t so dang cute.
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Crochet Protege’
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Our Silly Snow
It may not look like all so much to you, but I’m pretty proud of this particular storm.
It came and stayed for about 3 days snowing first and sticking for a while, and then, raining and melting just in time to start all over again.
But in the end, it was very brave snow and just fell and hung on like it wanted to show us…
that no matter what that silly groundhog said, it is, in fact, winter still–with a mind of it’s own.
If you know me at all, you know that I don’t mind one little bit.
In fact, if I woke up tomorrow to 3 feet of the white stuff, I’d be happy as a lark.
And so, with the little that we have, I’m wishing for the frost fairies to make a couple more passes by the place…
or five or six.
I’m mean really, think of how much I could get done if we were snowed in…for real!
Heh, heh, heh.
Cold Feet
Years ago, when Jillian, the boys and I lived in a place with tile floors in every room–we learned the value of a good, warm throw rug. In fact, this place got so cold at night that I made each of the kids their own rug for Christmas to keep their feet warm. Jillian’s was pink and white. Dane’s was the blue and white. And the Bald Kid’s was the yellow and white. But now that nearly all of those kids–Jillian and Dane–have gotten married and found their own places…with tile floors, they decided to take their rugs with them. What nerve!
Lucky for me, I still have the Bald Kid’s yellow and white one or I’d freeze solid when I step on that tile every morning. Luckier still, my sweet little momma left me a big tub of rug yarn to play with.
There wasn’t enough of one color to make a rug exactly like the old ones.
But I’m a creative soul, and I’m determined to figure something out.
Wish me luck…my feet are freezing!
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