Wednesday Yarn Along #3

 

 

I actually finished these fingerless gloves last Fall, but I lost them during the move, only to discover them in a box in the garage yesterday. I had forgotten how pretty they are, and so I decided to post them. The pattern is here on Ravelry. The yarn is Madeline Tosh Sock Yarn in Ginger.
Boo is modeling the gloves for me. She’s such a natural.

Side Note: WOW, these are out of focus. I should have retaken these photos after my photography class. It would be good practice, and boy, do I need to practice.

Too Many Hobbies

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This past week or so I decided I needed to make more of an effort to devote time to myself; this includes self-maintainance such as working out or getting my nails done, or carving time out of each day for one of my hobbies, like knitting, gardening, reading, photography, blogging, etc..
Just writing that sentence makes it seem all too obvious that I have too many hobbies.
Anyway, I managed to cut my nails this week. (Not paint them. Not file them. Cut them.) But that was about it. Oh, and I actually did attend a four hour photography class, but I’ve had that planned since October so I’m not sure if that really counts.
The class was great; it covered the basics, which was was incredibly helpful. I walked out knowing exponentially more than I did before (as in, I know what ISO means) and I’m excited to take another class. Hopefully my newfound photography knowledge will develop into actual photography skills that I can share on this blog.
Half of these photos were taken before the class and half were taken after the class. I can totally tell the difference.
Alas, I’ve only managed to buy myself about 20 minutes of practice time in the last two days. Ellie has developed an awful case of eczema and she’s just miserable. I’ve been applying lotion and cortisone cream to her little body like crazy but it just seems to be getting worse. I’m going to try to get her in to see the doctor tomorrow. I hope they can do something to at least ease her discomfort.
In addition to Ellie’s fussiness, Sam has skipped his naps for the last three days, and Gabe is recovering from hernia surgery, so he can’t lift…or really even walk upright. Basically, I picked a bad time to focus on me.
Because we haven’t set up our office, my layout plans for our new raised beds, as well as my current knitting projects have spilled out into the dining room where they have taken up residence for the past week. Before every meal, we shove aside my laptop, camera, grid paper, gardening books and ¬†random double point needles to one side of the table so we can eat on the other side. It’s becoming tiresome but I have nowhere else to go. Gabe says the office will be our next “house project.” I can’t wait.

 

First Night Of Chanukah

First Night Of Chanukah

Because this is the first Chanukah that Sam will remember (I think), I wanted to put more effort into decorating than I have the previous years. I made chains out of pretty blue and silver scrap paper. Foam snowflakes pulled from the bottom of the clearance bin at Michael’s were taped to the wall and I added “Happy Chanukah” bunting to a wreath that I made last year. It’s a simple branch wreath from Michael’s and I hot glued rosettes and flowers made from muslin and burlap. I inserted leftover pearl pins form my wedding bouquet into the rosettes for a little extra flair. The great thing about the wreath is that after Chanukah is over, I can remove the bunting and leave the wreath up all Winter/Spring if I want to. That’s my kind of decorating! Low maintenance at it’s finest. The table runner is new; we had a silver one but the dry cleaners ruined it. Gabe found this one on sale at Pottery Barn Kids and ordered it along with a leather chair, which was Sam’s big gift this year. I have decided to continue the tradition of gift giving that my parents started with us. The first night is the big gift, and the gifts become progressively smaller each night, with the smallest present opened on the last night.

Sam loves the chair. At first he seemed confused; his little two year old mind knew he was going to find a present in his room , but he was not expecting a chair. After he walked into his room and saw it, he said “Oh…chair. But where’s my present?” Gabe and I had to explain to him that the chair was indeed his present. I expected a fit, but he seemed more than fine with the explanation and proceeded to jump up and down in the chair and of course, made his Mama sit in it. It was fun watching him enjoy his first Big Boy piece of furniture