On my knitting needles:
Danny and I are knitting a sweater. Sam is doing a great art course this semester, and Danny often borrows his books and materials. Recently he was working on mixing colors, and presented me with this:

It’s the main color and contrasting colors for a sweater, with a charge of 75 cents for the design work. I should have charged HIM for letting him help me dye the wool. Or at least for cleaning up.
On my feet:

Brand new wool socks from my friend Moira. You know how some days you just need something special to happen? She just must have known I was going to have one of those days…. socks AND homemade chocolate fudge AND a wonderful, long encouraging letter.
On my kitchen floor:

MORE wool. For somebody’s Christmas sweater. A big heap of leftovers and mill ends… not enough of all one color for a boring solid color cardigan, so perhaps some stripes? Don’t worry, the recipient doesn’t read my blog
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On my front walk:

Bubbles. George just hasn’t figured them out yet. He can’t decide whether he likes them or not, but can’t help but be fascinated.

I think if he would somehow be convinced to wear his glasses, and he could see them better, he’d love them as much as the rest of us do.

But so far the only thing we’ve found that keeps them on is absolute undivided attention and holding both of his hands down continuously. Oh well. Danny thinks if we just EXPLAIN to him how important it is that he wear his glasses…..
On my MOM’s feet:

She got some clear Converse sneakers to wear over all her socks. Are those totally cool or what?
On my stove:

A cooling pan from the very last of the many baskets of 10 dollars a bushel mountain apples from the farmer’s market. This is probably a good thing, since the apple crisp recipe that we all love best (and have been eating pretty much daily) has SO much butter and SO much sugar….
On my kitchen table:

Heaps of freshly hand carded cormo fleece. My family is patient with me… as long as there’s not fuzz in their food, they don’t seem to mind having to move wool out of the way to do their schoolwork
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On my mind and making me smile:

…. just one last picture of the sweetest boy…. did you know he’s almost two years old? Sam just realized that he was going to be out of town on George’s birthday, and I actually thought for a few minutes that he was going to cancel his trip just so that he wouldn’t miss the celebration… what a blessing those two sons of mine are to each other…. I know how lucky I am that all my children really like each other, but Sam and George have an exceptional bond, and it’s really a beautiful thing. One of my boys once asked me if it bothered me that everybody else in the family liked George best, and not me
I think maybe it doesn’t bother me one bit.


















































