Did anyone else read that book growing up? It was one of my favorites in sixth grade. I either wanted to be Kate Bloomfield or have her as my best friend … and it holds up quite well, I’d say. Or at least it did, the last time I was at home and read it again.
So, hey. Here I am. Things are hectic. I’m applying for jobs. Real jobs, that require a PhD. That’s scary stuff.
I miss my knitting time. I miss you guys.
So here I am, taking Philippa’s advice and knitting some log cabin blankets for all the babies arriving later this fall. It’s very satisfying, meditative — and squishy — knitting. The Noro makes it exciting.
And babies need things made with love.
Just the ticket for my rather frazzled self. Which is precisely my feeling about the Alison Krauss station on Pandora. Why did I not discover Pandora until yesterday afternoon? Why are Dolly Parton and Loretta Lynn and Gillian Welch so good?
Sigh. Questions for the ages.
Right up there with why is Noro so pretty.