Lest I Forget

When you are a kid, you think your parents are invincible. You think they know the answer to everything. At least I did. I thought my mom was the best cook, the best seamstress, the best cake decorator. I thought my dad could move mountains. I thought he was the best gardener, the best sportsman, the hardest worker. I don't remember when it happened that I thought I knew more than they did. When I started being  embarrassed by the big full-size station wagon picking me up from school or my dad's car that was ever needing repairs. But I still loved them fiercely with all my heart and thought they were invincible. The day I realized otherwise was a shock to me. We went bowling and for the first time ever, I beat my dad's score. I felt like I needed to apologize. Somehow it scared me that I had beaten him. Like there was a chink in his armor. This past January, I was once again reminded that my dad is human and not invincible. He was diagnosed with cancer. They removed t...

One of my favorite knits ever.

The little bunny needs a dress, and I will get to that, but she is finished! And we all think she is adorable. The pattern is so well written, with lots of links and other helps, that I highly recommend this pattern. Plus, did I mention how cute this little bunny is? Still reading C.S. Lewis' 'The Screwtape Lettters'. Love it too. Joining Ginny .

-1- There are many drawbacks to being of small stature. I constantly have to use a chair in the kitchen to reach things on the shelf. Since I can't take a chair to the commissary, I sometimes rely on the kindness of tall strangers to assist me. Once, when trying to reach an item in vain, a woman in one of those motorized carts offered me her cane to knock down the can I could not reach. It worked. I have seriously considered buying a cane just for trips to the store.  -2- Driving my car, though, is not usually a problem. I can just push the little button on the side of my seat and magically my feet and the pedals meet and we are off to wherever we may be going. Not so, yesterday. I pushed the button and the seat moved forward, but the kids had been "adjusting" the seat and had made it go higher. I pushed the button to lower the seat and nothing happened. My feet were still dangling in the air. Yes, my feet could not reach the floor! To get to the pedals, I ended ...

Knitting: a little rabbit. Reading: The Screwtape Letters. Gratuitous Peter photos because he always wants my attention when I try to take pictures. This is how I see him lots. Pulling on my skirt, wanting to be held. But who can resist those big brown eyes? Not me. Linking up with Ginny .

Two months ago, Anna tried to donate her hair. She was one inch shy of the required ten inches. Patiently, or not :), she waited. Today, we returned to the salon and the scissors cut through her hair. Being the great blogger that I am, I forgot  to take a before shot.

I usually do not have so many projects going at once. I finished Peter's sweater. The neck is horribly too wide and I know that I want to change it. I have never tried to go back after I have already finished a project. It is daunting, and I know I will need to work undisturbed. That undisturbed part is almost more challenging than the repair itself! I started making a bunny . I have been admiring her sweet animals for a long time, and when she finally published the pattern, I knew I wanted to try and make one. The purse is the thing that has been the longest in completing even though the knitting part is done. I need to make the lining and sew it in. Once again, undisturbed time is hard to come by, so this project could be lingering on for months yet. I am reading 'The Screwtape Letters' for the second time. This time around I am reading it with a friend and we will try to do our own little book club type thing. I think it will be fun and I am really l...