I knitted and we talked homeschooling and sewing and laughed and drank our coffee. We meet at 5:30 am, and let me just say, it’s always hard to get up and drag myself out of bed. But it is so worth it. We run the gamut of topics. Encouragement to not lose heart when homeschooling is hard. Reminding each other who we are in Jesus.
It’s good stuff.
I’ve been under a quilt since I got home, with my second cup of coffee, and the girls ar/e stomping on bubble wrap and playing with kitties.
Last week was really, really busy. Not much time for knitting, and there were things going on every day and in the evenings too. Mr. E came down with a case of impetigo, and so I have been sanitizing and lysoling and washing hands like a crazy lady. I think it’s clearing up after a round of antibiotics and lots of various home remedies. I’ve been (still am) rather paranoid about everyone else getting it. I didn’t even know what impetigo was. Now I do, for sure. I’m pretty sure the collective amount of times we have all washed our hands in the last 4 days would be – A LOT.
Mr. E has been reading “Banner in the Sky” about a boy who climbs the Alps in honor of his father, who died attempting to do the same. Mr. J is reading various books in the Childhood of Famous Americans series. (I scored big a year or so ago, when I found about 40+ of books in this series for $1/each at a used book store near here). Yesterday he came up and couldn’t hardly catch his breath as he told me all about what he was reading. I was thrilled. And surprised. And yet not surprised. I continue to gently lead him and not push too hard with reading, and I’m pleasantly surprised with how well it is working. I want to display a feast before my children of literature, reading to them, giving them good books to read, listening to audiobooks with them, and using all these books and the things they are interested in to spark their love for learning.
The other day when I went to the yarn shop to knit, this beauty caught my eye. I am in love with sock yarn. Especially striping sock yarn. Especially rainbow striping sock yarn. So, it came home with me. And I’m dreaming of the socks it will become. Basically, I’m dreaming of all the lovely and exciting things that are going to happen when I am finished with knitting pink wedding shrugs. Mr. J got all excited about learning how to crochet, so I taught him how, and he thought it was quite fun to crochet shamelessly in front of me, while I knitted away on the Eternal Shrugs. No one seems to have sympathy for me, not even my dear aunt – (who has crocheted loads of things, including Miss A.’s beloved and ragged blankie. Blankie has been a constant companion since she was about 11 months old, and has taken the phrase “Security Blanket” to a whole.new.level. . – and I seem to be taking run-on sentences to a whole.new.level as well.). – who had the nerve to send me a picture of the sweet granny square she was crocheting (even knowing my crochet angst) because she “just thought I should know”. I glanced longingly at my hook, and dutifully continued knitting. (Don’t worry, knitting, it’s not anything personal, and it’s certainly not that I’m leaving you behind. I’m just expanding my horizons.)
And here is another thing that’s been catching my eye. This post from Attic24 blog on the Granny Stripe Blanket…. I’m going to begin on that, I think, when the shrugs are finished. ……. Just google pictures of granny stripe blanket. See if you aren’t drooling over all the beauty. Oh I can HARDLY STAND the waiting. This is a great way to use up the odds and ends of yarn… or come up with stripes of lovely colors that go together. The possibilities are endless.
It’s a beautiful day here, my girl has on her mismatched boots (it’s amazing when we find matching shoes around here), the grass is absolutely, unbelievably green, and there are pillows of white fluffy clouds framed by a blue, blue sky. I’m entranced by the beauty of spring in a way I have never been before this year. All the color is a riot and first on my agenda today is to go cut some blueberry branches to brighten and bless my kitchen table and countertops. And who knows? Maybe the living room and my bedroom, too – why not?
Joining Nicole from Frontier Dreams