Archive for March, 2010

Meet Mr. Sock.

He’s a sock monkey, that I knit entirely by hand:


Isn’t he cute? He is now in the possession of my step-daughter, who flatters me exceedingly by snuggling it often and lovingly. God bless the gratitude of children!

I am decidedly in need of some more child-like happiness myself! I smell a crayons and coloring book phase coming on…



So, pretty much the last photo of Snowdrop you saw is what I have done, with the exception of the I-cord bind off. I know I complained about being sick the first bit of the Olympics, but I remained sick until the last 3 or 4 days of them, and I decided to just stop fighting it by trying to get up and do too much, so when I wasn’t working, I was relaxing. I watched tv, I did a gentle yoga class, and I gave in to my body when I needed to cough. I got a lot of stuff “out” of my throat and chest, if you know what I mean, and I feel a LOT better now. I’m still a little hoarse, and I still can’t sing (it makes me go into coughing fits), but my energy is back up. I’m letting the virus take it’s coarse, and I’m letting my body deal with things as it needs to. I think once I relaxed about that, I felt better almost immediately. It was like I took the pressure off myself to GET BETTER NOW!

So today, even though I have the whole day off, I decided not to cram as much stuff into my day as possible, and instead, I spent the morning and early afternoon with one of my girlfriends and her two kids. We talked girly stuff, tried out some makeup techniques, shared websites, fashion tips, and complained about how terrible our childhoods were. When she left, I had a lot to think about, and got out my favorite things for reflection time:


That’d be a cup of tea, stamps for decorating the pages of my journal with (discovered via the Kimberly Wilson blog, when she showcased French sayings stamps from the same collection), Hersey’s Kisses, a hot cup of Earl Grey, and my leopard print wallet, which has a few pictures and pretty things I’ve snagged out of newspapers or magazines from various sources over the last week that I will be pasting into my journal soon.

It’s time for one-on-one time with myself, to relax, rejuvenate, and ponder life’s deeper meanings, or at the very least, my bellybutton. I am pointedly not looking at my shawl, stockings, socks, or any other knitting projects until I have what’s on my mind down on paper where it belongs.