I am home sick today, yes and the weather has been good enough to match my melancholy outlook...
It's June and its pouring rain... not the nice rain that comes and washes everything and then dries and the flowers get a drink the grass perks up and all is right with the world leaving that much loved smell of clean pavement in the air... this is the rain that seeps into your bones insidious cold and damp feeling that drives even the bravest back into flannel and socks turning thoughts towards "what can I do indoors"
So as I sit and wait for my trusty coffee maker to finish brewing the dark velvety elixir who's aroma fills my nostrils and makes me wish it be finished... I write. I write about sad winter activities... but I also have a confession is it wrong to be so excited about the outbreak of newborns at work? 8 of my co-workers will have newborns by Christmas! this is exciting enough but I was gazing at my stash of yarn... yes I am thirty something going on eighty something --I knit and crochet... and have been know to sew but since the great green grad dress scandal of 2000(remind me to tell you about it) I have not sewn more than quilts... like I said I am eighty... but as I ramble I was inspired to wander down my shelves of yarn trying to picture the perfect baby gift to wrap all these new additions in! I found a beautiful little striped hat and I will count on my old standby afghan for them all I love it and by now I can knock one out in a matter or 2 or 3 movies.
Yes I measure my projects in episodes or old movies I have seen before so I don't feel like I am sitting at home alone knitting in a quiet room... the only thing missing is the creepy creaking of the rocking chair from psycho... Norman... NORMAN!
Ok snap out of it! Shake it off.... burrrrrrrr
So my coffee has finished that little reassuring beeeeeeep of a pot well completed I shall go select some yarn fit for the little princes and princesses that I have yet to meet... so until next time stay warm and dry... and don't forget it really is JUNE!
happy knitting! I think I have a couple balls of yarn I bought specifically for learning how to crochet before Madeline arrive...and there it sits. I would welcome a visit from my granny-ish friend to teach me...sadly we no longer share night shifts (because it truly is a great night shift activity).
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