Speaking of the 70's...

This is my son. Adolescence is rough. Well, motherhood is rough too, and it's better to laugh about it than cry, right? And his 'fro definitely brings tears to my eyes--the kind that accompany wheezy gasping laughter. I will miss his crazy hair--but I think he's so handsome with a sleek haircut.

I love this boy. He has a steadiness, a kindness, and a benevolence that brings me joy. He's patient and understanding and very, very funny.

Reunion

Eric's parents bought an old church last summer. It's right by a small lake (actually a reservoir) in a teeny little mountain town, a 20-minute south by southwest drive through the canyon. We had a family reunion there yesterday: canoeing, ping-pong, horseshoes, burgers, hot dogs, creamy green Jello, cousins last seen at least 6 inches ago, old people talking. And pollen. Loads of it. Up my nose. I chased a wiffle ball under a juniper and emerged sneezing my brains out. I don't remember much of what happened after that. I think I have histamine-induced amnesia. I might have committed to going to a Crossfit workout tomorrow morning with Eric's cousin Jenny. I'm just a little bit scared of the workout, but I'm super scared of backing out on Jenny. She could and would take me out, all 102 pounds of her.

I discovered Instagram. I love it. Who needs a real camera? I feel like I'm back in the 70's, man. And I dig it.

comforts of home

Internet. At. Home. (P.S. And it's not dial-up!!!!) First thing I did? Surfed Ravelry for about, I don't know--two hours, probably. Next, I found that most of the knitting blogs I used to read are gone. Did we stop knitting or did we just stop having the time (or urge, or internet access, or...) to write about it? Hmmm. Anywayssssss...

I'm not currently knitting anything. I should amend that: I am not currently making any progress on the 21 or so knitted works-in-progress that are strewn about my home. I am, however, crocheting an hexagon block afghan out of Kroy Socks FX in gorgeous reds/oranges/greens (colorway "Clover"). It is a complete copycat of a project I saw on Ravelry, made by someone with the handle of Princess Froglips. I think that she might be the lost twin sister my parents couldn't bear to mention. Not only does she have chihuahuas, yes, but we also look eerily similar. Okay, it's true that I've never had a chihuahua, nor am I likely to ever have one, but my daughter's BFF has one named Bella! See? We are cosmically linked and I am making an afghan exactly like hers. Exactly.  

I average about 5 blocks per week. It's a join-as-you-go pattern based on Hexagon How-To by Lucy of Attic24 I find her projects charming and I adore that she has a camping trailer which she is covering in juicy multi-colored crochet. Love.

After I discovered last fall that I could blog from my phone, I also soon discovered that I really don't have that much to say, if my thumbs are doing the talking. Now that my whole hands are involved in the typing, there's so much to catch up on! Have I mentioned my loom? No, I don't actually know how to use it. Soon though, very soon. After all, I have YouTube at my disposal now. Woohooooooooo! And I hear that Dance Moms episodes are on there. Yeah.