Someone out there remind me why I love living in Arizona. It sure as hell isn't for the summer weather. This weekend we are supposed to hit 113. In May. This does not bode well for the summer, since it is actually freaking spring right now (do you hear that Mother Nature?). But, a break is in sight as we are headed to Pinetop for an extended Memorial Day weekend. My mother-in-law says it is a "little chilly" in the evening there right now. Chilly?? Yea, tell that to someone who will be having fantasies of running around naked in Alaska this weekend.
On the needles (this IS knitting/crochet blog, right?) is a gorgeous purse out of the Noro I told you about on Monday. I'm really liking how the striping is turning out. There are some colors in there I didn't expect. Very interesting, if not scratchy, yarn. People make sweaters out of this stuff? Pretty, but I'd be breaking out the benadryl. I also picked up another test knit from SWTC (yes, I realize I haven't finished Sapphire yet. I'm emailing the designer this weekend to ask for help). A felted purse out of some of their new yarn. How could I resist (obviously the 12-step program idea is out the window at this point)?
Tonight is the
Ok, I wasn't going to do this...but what the hell. A note to a couple anonymous (love that, huh?) emailers. You are seeing my occasional, random lunacy regarding my children. No, I do not "despise my kids". Please do not assume you know anything about my parenting skills or know everything about my life based on my few blog posts about them. I adore, love and spoil my children more than you could ever imagine. They are awesome kids. I have friends whose 15-year-olds are having sex and smoking pot, friends whose kids have come home drunk already and read the news of children doing things that make me cry. I thank God everyday for my kids and think that in this crazy world we live in, they are doing great. Good (ok, for the most part) grades, haven't gotten into trouble and they are kind to others. Most importantly, they are happy and very loved. Yea, there are times when I want to run away from home and sell them off to the nearest band of gypsies (that would be a joke, get it?) but I wouldn't trade them for the world. They are, and always will be, my babies.
Posted by Heather at 9:20 AM