knittingirl

When life gives you lemons...

make lemonade.

When life hands you fabric that you cut incorrectly...

 

make a ruffled apron!

I bought this fabric for the girls' christmas outfits and misread the pattern, cutting the width on the fold instead of the length.  Ugh, I know.  I wanted to be able to use the fabric somehow, in its odd little sizes, and found this pattern from One More Moore - and the rest is ruffled history.

Merry Christmas!

 

The calm before the storm...

It was a great day - big sis ran into my room this morning to tell me that Santa left presents and I needed to "Come See!".  Then she went and got lil sis out of her bed to lead her to the loot.  What fun to see my two girls giggle with glee with every rip of wrapping paper.  *sigh*  Hours of shopping and wrapping - and over with in 20 minutes!

Big sis was excited to find this... the one thing she asked Santa for:

And lil sis digs mama's favorite new toy:

Seriously - how cute is this thing?! 

             

We spent the day playing, dancing, twirling, snuggling... just us.  Our little family.  I am a very lucky girl...

Many blessings to you and your family this Christmas Day.

Handmade Christmas

I love this time of year, but am seriously scrooge-ing on society's obsession with "stuff" this time of year.  You can't get away from it: commercials, advertisements, banks offering holiday loans, even the tiny aisle by the checkout stand at the grocery store - all loaded with goodies that prompt many "I wants" and "I needs" and "I have to haves".  Ugh.  I'm all for giving gifts but stop the insanity. 

This is not to say that I'm not one of the many holiday consumers this time of year - I'm sucked into the gift-giving like everyone else.  But I am working harder to support a handmade Christmas, both by own own crafting and supporting others who craft.  It seems to make the gifts more special...

That said, I do have some projects to show you, but they're not made from yarn - my elbow tendonitis has caused me to put down the needles for a bit.

Stay tuned--

Christmas memories

I sit here typing this and from every angle, am surrounded by the glorious glow of twinkle lights.  Icicle twinkle lights hanging on the eaves, the Christmas tree reflected in the office door and the mirror... sigh.  I just love the twinkle lights - they're always so inviting and warm, and always remind me of the holiday season. 

It's exciting to drive around and see the lighting displays - our downtown is gorgeous, the houses surrounding me are outlined in white (note to self: must take pics to share).  The girls love it too - how fun is it to see everything decorated, every single night?

My mother always told a story about me when I was a little girl - she said that one Christmas we were driving around looking at lights and all I could keep saying was "Oh, doobie-doobie-yeah."  Now of course, this embarassed me when I got to be a certain age, and to be honest... I hadn't really thought of it much lately until...

we were driving around our downtown and my little G said "Doobie-doobie-duwah!"

I get it now why that story was so cool for my mom.

Man, I miss her, especially this time of year.  She loved the holidays.  And she would've loved hearing that little girl say "doobie-doobie-duwah!" 

Something tells me she heard it loud and clear.