Wednesday, February 22, 2017
Much to my delight, I found Britt-Marie was Here in paperback over the past weekend at the bookstore. I've been wanting to read this book for quite a while. Backman's writing style reminds me of Roald Dahl for adults. Also I started Small Victories by Anne Lamott, she is such a fantastic writer and observer of life. She's a treat to read!
Today I'll be doing afterthought heels on my socks in a pretty lilac that doesn't match but definitely "goes" with the socks. I continue to make progress on my shawl and sweater, but no photos today.
What are you knitting and reading?
Joining Ginny and Frontier Dreams
Monday, February 20, 2017
Weekends are for memory making,
relaxing and enjoying quiet moments of our days.
If you would like, please share your weekend moments
in the comment section with a link to your blog.
We had the best weather ever over the weekend. Blue skies, warm air-- I loved it! I had my first walk of not wearing a hat or mitts or a scarf. I felt free and easy - unfettered in my fleece jacket.
My confession is that I do like the signs of spring. My love of winter will never waiver, but spring has some awesome moments in my life.
My husband and I had dinner at a chinese restaurant laughing over our fortunes. Mine spoke truth!
Saturday we tackled some pesky household duties. I bought some new furniture knobs to replace one I broke on our bedroom set (very old, bought by my parent's in 1961). Now I'm trying to be gentle as I yank open drawers..
My husband started to work on the kid's bathroom again. He redid the bathroom last April but during the holidays we discovered a water stain on the ceiling. When he went up in the attic he accidentally stepped on the drywall of the ceiling (doh!!) so he's re-taping and re-mudding the ceiling. Also we had a roofer come and fix the minor leak.
We walked every day, had grilled chicken and simple salads for dinner.
How was your weekend?
Friday, February 17, 2017
Do you do this? I feel quite fickle in my intentions and attentions to myself.
|squishy mad tosh sock yarn = bliss.|
The more time I commit to my knitting projects, the "noise" of the world becomes a whisper instead of a roar.
Whether I sabotage my personal goals or not, every morning when I wake up is a new beginning. I write out my tasks and my intentions and try again. A beautiful reset of each day. That is why I love mornings the most, fresh and clean without any diversions.
|the socks that will get an awesome afterthought heel (maybe in another color?)|
|the never ending sock blanket that keeps me warm at night|
So this morning is another reset, and maybe I will eat that salad and start working on my "core" so I can return to yoga. Maybe my day will be less fractured. Maybe I will check the news a little less.
This I know to be true: being gentle with myself and my intentions is paramount because I have another reset every single morning.
|Frodo under the ottoman|