There has been a bit of radio silence on my part the last few days. On Thursday I came down with a horrible stomach virus (perhaps the same one the kids had two weekends ago?) and I’ve only recently begun to feel like an actual human being.
On Sunday (since I was finally able to pick myself up off the bathroom floor) Gabe and I took the kids to a park on the Hood Canal. It was overcast because of the fires in Eastern Washington but the view was still incredible and the breeze felt amazing. The kids enjoyed themselves, but I wish I had thought ahead and brought a spare change of clothes for them. I didn’t expect for the water to be so warm and they were itching to splash around. Normally I would have let them wade in and play in their clothes, but we were heading to dinner shortly afterwards and two small children sitting naked and shivering in a restaurant just wasn’t an option for us, go figure.
The photo of Sam holding onto a shell is one of my favorites. He claimed he could hear the ocean from inside the shell.
I haven’t done much knitting or reading this week. I’m still working on Inland and I finally caved and ordered my own copy of A Well Trained Mind. There is too much information in there for me to take in without being able to highlight to my heart’s content.
I don’t know why I felt the need to include so many photos of Eddie sitting in the bathroom. The lighting was really nice, and she seemed to be having a good time just sitting there. She looks adorable, even with multiple potties in the background. That’s right, we have multiple potties. Small potties, big potties, and a potty seat. Desperate times call for desperate measures. Our son will be potty trained by the end of the summer, even if it kills him (or us).
Fall is coming. I can feel it. The mornings are cooler, the days are shorter, and the leaves are just starting to turn. I know I’ll regret saying this come April, but I’m looking forward to cooler weather and rainy days. The heat is starting to get to me. I’m tired of putting on sunscreen. And sweating.
I finally picked up my Inland sweater last night and began knitting again. Turns out I needed to rip out more rows before being able to continue. Now I don’t even have enough stitches to divide for my sleeves. Sigh. Hopefully I can find time to knit this weekend to catch up to where I was earlier.
I suppose the last few photos require some explanation. That, my friends, is our “office.” I say “office,” with quotes because it’s really just the room where Gabe pays the bills and the rest of our crap is thrown when it doesn’t have a home anywhere else in this house. That is going to change. I need a space to call my own and Gabe needs office furniture that doesn’t include my old crafting table and cheap plastic bins. I didn’t include any photos of his side because really, he just needs a new desk and a few filing cabinets. Me, on the other hand…I need a brand new design. One that doesn’t involve piles of Tupperware bins filled with yarn, fabric and other craft supplies.
My space needs to serve multiple purposes: a place to knit, sew, blog, and create lesson plans. I also need space to store all my knitting, crafting, sewing and homeschooling paraphanelia. So, as you can see, I need a space that will be very multi-functional. The challenge is to meet all those needs in a very small room with a sloping ceiling and a chimney that comes up through the floor and into the ceiling.
Oh, and I want it to look purdy.
I think I may want this desk. It folds down on both sides, so I can expand it by opening both sides when I’m sewing and need a lot of table space or I can fold one side down and have a regular sized desk for my non-sewing activities.
Does anyone have any suggestions or ideas? I would love to hear them. How do you organize your creative spaces?
* Joining Ginny.
Inland is a huge disaster. I messed up. BAD. Before I started, I knew I was between sizes, but I decided to knit the smaller of the two sizes because it seemed like a bulkier knit and I thought if it was a tad too snug I could make the necessary adjustments while I blocked it. Turns out I made the wrong decision. It was WAY too snug. So I frogged it; all the way back to where I divided for the sleeves. After I ripped it out, I placed it on the bookshelf and I haven’t touched it for three days. I know I technically have a deadline, but I just can’t deal with it right now.
By the way, do people still say frogged? Or is that so not cool anymore? Should I say I ripped it out? Enlighten me, please.
I’ve been working on a basic pair of socks since then. Stockinette stitch. Nothing fancy. It’s what I need right now. The sock yarn has been sitting in my stash for almost ten years. Isn’t it funny how yarn can be a reflection of your developing taste/style over the years? Ten years ago, I was, ahem, twenty-two years old. I loved bright colors, especially bright pink and green. Now, I gravitate toward much more natural and softer tones. Honestly though, it doesn’t matter what the color of my project is as long as it’s simple and gives me something to knit until I’m ready to tackle my sweater again.
Knitting. It’s not for the weak.