I had a bunch of little bits of yarn left over from various projects. Just about every color and variegated you can imagine, I had it, although interestingly, I only had a tiny bit of purple and just a small amount of blue. Green, pink, yellow, and all the shades of white imaginable made up the majority of my stockpile. What was I to do with all these little bits of yarn? None of my balls were big enough to do any kind of project, but I couldn't bear to throw them away! So I scoured the internet and came up with this: crocheting a hexagon blanket. You can see my bucketful of odds and ends, as well as the first 3 rows of a bunch of hexagons. The bag of very tiny odds and ends in the bag in the lower right corner are the pieces that are too short to do the smallest circle. I will probably throw these away.
1 Comment
Ladies' meeting was last night, and I had been asked to bring fruit that was creative. Well, okay...So I brainstormed and this is what I came up with. No pinterest, no google, just my brain. And yes, they were a mild hit. :-)
April 18-19, 2013 Twice Loved
Several years ago I received books 2 and 3 to the series “Belles of Timber Creek.” So they sat on my shelf for six years, until finally last week I ordered book 1. I figured it was about time. I thoroughly enjoyed Twice Loved which, ironically, is book 1. I’m not entirely sure where the author got the title from. Nowhere in the book does the girl explain how she was loved by two people or in two different ways or anything. For the first 90% of the book, she was going to marry this one guy, but she didn’t love him, so I’m confused. It was a quick read, I think. The content was light and fluffy. I laughed a lot. I can’t wait to finish the series and see which guys the other girls end up with. Feb. 28-Mar. 3, 2013 I don't know if it would count or not as a dystopian-society genre (I am counting it!), but I just read book 2 (Night Light) in a 4 part series about modern life without modern conveniences. I read book one last year and plan on reading books 3 and 4 soon. The series follows a family who tries to do what God would want them to do, although the gospel message is quite watered down.
Recently I bought three new crochet hooks. I had four that belonged in their own little snappy case, then I got three more and lost one, so it didn't close like it should. Then I got three more, and they were much too big to also fit in that case. So I decided I should make my own case. And voila!
I had this ball of brown, but I didn't know how big I should make the first row. So I wanted to crochet starting in the middle. But I was tired of the regular Granny square beginning. So I looked up patterns and found this one. This is how mine turned out:
The first thing I did was look up a video. I finally found knittinghelp.com. This lady does a bad job of explaining things, but as you can see, the camera shows perfectly how to knit.
Normally we go to Trussville Park, but on Monday, I decided to try a different park. It's about the same distance, just in the other direction. This other park was so much nicer than Trussville, which is saying something, because Trussville park really is nice.
This other park, Homewood Park, is right next to a civic center or something. Whatever it is, they are doing construction and the parking lot is strictly for workers. Thankfully, the park and the civic center are directly across a neighborhood that has an unofficial looking gravel parking lot near the main road. So guess where we parked? :-) There are benches all the way around the park, so I sat and read while EJ played. Then I went around and took pictures. Before I put up all the pictures, I have to tell this story first. Clack, clack, clack, go the knitting needles. I look down at my hands and I'm amazed. Last week, I didn't know how to knit. This week, I've made three scarves and half a baby blanket with the twin needles. I rub the uber soft yarn against my cheek and smile. Some mama, who maybe didn't expect a baby and maybe didn't want a baby, but who decided that life was worth giving to her child, she will bring that baby home from the hospital and wrap him up in this blanket I'm making. I don't guess she or any baby would care if the blanket was crocheted or knitted. She would just be glad someone cared enough to make a soft blanket for her child. But as I look at my stitches, I think. And I wonder.
My first pregnancy. I am different from most people. When my son was born, I did not immediately fall in love with him. Okay...breathe...do not pass out. I had known that would happen, because I've never really liked babies. I mean, I knew how to change a diaper and hold a bottle to their mouths, but I didn't really like holding them just for the sake of holding them. I didn't pinch cheeks or kiss heads. That was my sister.
But I don't think I am a horrible person for it. My entire heart is full of love for my son now. But when he was first born, I did not know him. I mean, I had felt him kicking the last half of my pregnancy, but I didn't know him. I didn't really enjoy my pregnant days. Nothing really went wrong; my doctor said it was a textbook perfect pregnancy. No swollen ankles. No going to the bathroom every ten minutes. No gestational diabetes or high blood pressure. Really, I felt like everything was normal, except I was 50 pounds heavier. Those extra 50 pounds made me so miserable, though. |
Who am I, you ask?
In 2006 I had a stroke, and every day my husband encourages me to use my remaining brain cells to the best of my ability. I love to organize, make crafts, and go on adventures (safe ones). I hope that through my blog posts, you will be encouraged to accept and make the best of challenges God throws at your life. Categories
All
Archives
April 2022
|