food, crochet, merriment
We’ve certainly gone to our share of Farmer’s Markets. When you’ve been around, you learn a few things.
If you’ve ever gone to a farmer’s market and smelled the flowers and homemade soap…
and tasted the apples and peaches and thumbed through the old books…
and sampled the 47 different treats that can be made with a pumpkin…
then you also probably also know that the best time to go to a farmer’s market…
is when the trees look exactly….like….this.
Everybody knows that.
Ask around.
In case you–like me–don’t get out much or wander around in the kiddie show section of your tv…let me introduce you to Miss Bitsy Boots of the Super Kitties fame.
Well, my sweet granddaughter “Miss C” asked me to make her a Bitsy Boots of her own. You know what I say…”ANYthing for you, my dah-ling!”
The pattern called for the fluffy chenille yarn and a big hook. The funny thing was that when I started crocheting–this thing quickly became ENORMOUS!!
I mean, look at those feet! They’re as big as my hands for Pete’s sake.
Each ear was bigger than my palm. It was seriously starting to scare me.
Then came the head. I think it’s adorable, but I happen to know that is bigger than Miss C’s head. I’m creating a monster!
A cute monster–but a monster none the less.
Luckily, Miss C didn’t seem to mind one bit.
Bitsy Boots, meet ahhhhh…meet…ahhhh…
Bitsy Boots two. Heh, heh.
Happy Birthday honey. Grammy loves you!
Pattern from CuteHappyToys on Etsy
When sweet “L” asked me to make Link (From Breath of the Wild) for his birthday I said, “Absolutely.”
Truth be known, I really love watching the kids and the grandkids play some of these games.
I’m not as entertained by the ones where you’re required to shoot and kill anything that moves, mind you. I’m a more gentle soul than that. Honestly, can’t we all just get along?!
But I digress…
What I do love, are games filled with lots of heroes finding treasure and going on quests and saving the pretty girl in a tower.
I don’t particularly want to play it…but I’m a phenomenal spectator.
When he was finished, as always I kissed him on the head and boxed him up.
After all…everyone needs a hero to hold on to.
Happy Birthday sweet boy. I love you.
Little Lyla lives her soft, fluffy life…
as if everyone is just waiting to take her picture.
Probably because we are.
Every year, on the 4th of July, we wake up at the crack of dawn.
And every year, on the 4th of July when we wake up at the crack of dawn…
I, without fail, think to myself…
“what on EARTH are we doing?!! And…
…why on EARTH are we doing it?!”
But also, without fail, as we drive down to the park and start to see all the familiar things…
the balloons…
the foooooood…
the people…
the sleepy people,
the fascinated people…
the happy-to-be-here people…
the loving people…
I am once again reminded why it is that we do this…
all of this. It’s because we will take…
all the opportunities that we can to pull all these sweet, dear people together…
to remind each of us of everything there is to be grateful for…
so that we never, ever forget.
Happy 4th of July my friends.