100 Happy Days #33
I love these girls. Their sweet, beautiful voices just make me so happy.
100 Happy Days #32

The kids used to say that if there was ever a fire, I’d yell for the kids to get out, then I’d grab my sewing machine. Well, that’s not entirely true. I would have gotten the kids out safely first, no matter what they thought, and then gotten my sewing machine out. I admit, I do love my sewing machine. But things have changed a bit, and perhaps gotten much simpler. Today, if, Heaven forbid, there was fire, I would still see that my family was safe, but then I’d grab my hook jar. This is my collection of crochet hooks that I’ve gathered through the years that are so perfect, I don’t ever want to be without them. See the big pink one on the middle left? I’ve had that silly thing since I was a teenager. Now that’s a long time! Notice that I’ve used it so much the enamel is worn off the top.
Luckily, I can just stuff the whole thing in my pocket and run…you know… on the way to wake the family…and get them to safety…
if there was ever a fire.
The sewing machine will have to fend for it’s self because I’ll be busy…
going back for the yarn.
100 Happy Days #29
I have so many different crochet projects in the works that sincerely, I don’t even know what to post first. The thing is, I need lots of different things going on to suite the circumstances.
For instance, I need something small and easy to take to the kids soccer games. I can do a bigger project with complicated instructions if I’ll be spending a few hours alone, uninterrupted. A big bulky, repetitive thing–like an afghan can sit beside me while I watch tv. And lastly, if it’s a project with lots of little pieces that need to be spread out and kept track of–well, that stays in my room where I can lay it out on the bed.
See? There is actually order in my bazillion different bags, even if it seems like I need to settle down to focusing on one thing at a time.
Yeah. Ain’t gonna happen.
But do stay tuned. Next project in the ocd pile coming up soon.
100 Happy Days #28

Winter, I mean. We woke up to all of this stuff pelting the window with all it’s frosty, haily might. And man was it loud. The wind had the decency to blow it all into nice, tidy Camelot-type piles that really did just disappear altogether after an hour. The week of warm days was lovely, but I don’t mind a bit of snap back in the air for a little longer. After all, growling old March can only rage for a few more days and then it will most likely be forced–by April, to behave.
I like soup and hot chocolate enough that when it’s nippy out, I still clap.