There is a finished object in the house people, for reals.
*gasp* Those feet!
*giggle* That tail!
*sigh* That face!
The bun is done!!
Whew. The end was definitely worth the means with this project. As easy as it appears to make a knitted toy, there is a lot of busy work in the details... the grafting of parts, finishing, embroidery, etc. This took me far longer than planned to make, but I have to admit it. It was worth it.
Okay baby Katie - your present is finished so you can come out now.
I have been trying desperately to do the finishing on the bunny, but my little chickies aren't cooperating. I have managed, in between the crying, fussing, no-napping that is life around here, to attach the legs and one arm thus far. Yes, my poor one-armed, no-face bunny... and little G wants to play with it so badly! That's a toy to give a kid nightmares if there ever was one.
I hope to finish it tonight after the (teeth gritting) darlings lay down for bed. After, of course, I wash the pile of dishes in the sink, pick up the toys so I don't break a hip, and scrape the cheetoh scum from the walls.
There is a contest right now on Christian Women Online, and to enter, you must post your entry on your blog of why you and a friend deserve a girl's getaway. So, here's mine...
Eight years ago, I received the most devastating news a daughter could be given about her mother, "I'm sorry - she isn't going to make it." After hours of waiting in a quiet hospital lobby, praying, trusting, hoping, bargaining with God, my worst fear quickly became my reality and my life was forever changed. Never again would I hear my mother's laughter or the sound of her voice; never again would I be able to embrace her; never again would I be able to experience all the things a daughter should experience with her mother.
Within the days following her death, I quickly put up a wall of grief around me and buried myself in my own despair. Days passed, then weeks, then months, and slowly, I was able to crawl out of my depression and find joy again, albeit bittersweet because my mother was not there to experience it with me. I became engaged to the man of my dreams and went to pick out a wedding dress. I planned my wedding and walked down the aisle. I became pregnant and miscarried, then went on to carry and give birth to two beautiful children. I dedicated my life to Jesus Christ and was baptized.
For all of these events, most young women are able to have their mothers there to share in their joys and comfort them in their sorrows. I was not so lucky, but I was truly blessed to have the next best thing: my sister. You see, she was a daughter too, experiencing this same devastating loss, but she stepped in and carried me. She was with me when I put on that 'perfect dress' in the bridal shop. She helped plan the special details of my wedding. She comforted me when I lost my first baby, and was there when my two girls were born. She was there when I was immersed in the cleansing waters and given a new life in Christ.
She is my sister, by blood and in Christ.
So why do we need this trip? For healing, and for me to be able to thank her and my Jesus for the love she has shown me. We have walked through the valley of the shadow of death and He was with us.
One more thing... the day of the drawing is November 1st... the day my mother was called home to be with her Saviour.
My church is participating in a small-group study right now titled "Live Like You Were Dying", and the study this week is based on Loving Deeper in our lives.
If there is one thing that I have always believed, it is that we are put on this earth to develop relationships with people and to make a difference in others' lives. What good is loving someone if they don't know that you love them?? Christ tells us in John 13:34,
"A new command I give you. Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another."
It is hard sometimes to look past what I perceive as "bad" about people and continue to love them even though they may have hurt me, but that is what Jesus did for me when he died on the cross. The Father loved us so much, even though we may have hurt Him with our sin, that He gave His Son to die for us. Jesus loves me so much, the imperfect being that I am, that He continues to bless me with His love and grace.
Are you loving deeper today?
You should. Life is too short to not let the people you love know you love them.
All that's left to knit are the inner ears and the tail!!!
I made the last outer ear this evening, leaving maybe 10 inches left of the main color yarn - whew! I just barely skimmed by on this one. Now I'll make the contrasting pink inner ears and tail and it will be time to block, seam, and stuff! Mili is due in a couple of weeks, so I need to finish this project within the next week, no exceptions. I'll post pics as soon as I can.
I swear I've meant to blog, but I just can't get around to it, for one reason or another. First, I had two kids. That'll change your life just a little. Then, I became the boss at work. Yeah, more sucking-of-the-life-out-of-me. Finally, sometimes I'm just lazy. Lazy about blogging, lazy about knitting, lazy about getting out giveaways (sorry Donna!), etc, etc, etc. Like tonight, rather than knitting, I was endlessly surfing the web, playing on facebook, reading blogs of people who actually contribute to them, occasionally telling my daughter to stop getting out of bed to get another stuffed animal. You know the drama that is life.
For those of you who actually do continue to read this blog, I apologize. I am vowing to get better.