Sunday, August 28, 2016

Something for autumn...

I had this idea a long time ago in French class, about making a poncho with a polo neck. It never happened at the time and the idea was jotted down in my French notes and later transferred into my Book Of Ideas together with a million other ideas.

A new year arrived and I got started with excitement, hoping to have a poncho ready for spring. The idea, so clear and simple in my mind, showed to be a real challenge. I think I have frogged this project back a dozen times... I have put it away to rest half a dozen times. At one point I was ready to throw it in the bin, that is how frustrated I was.

This weekend, after frogging it all back again once more (not the whole yoke segment but not far from it... and oh my gosh that solid dark blue yarn is suffering now after being ripped back so many times... Poor yarn!!!), I gave it a go again after leaving it in a deep slumber over the summer. And you know what, it is falling in to place this time.

I'm almost happy with it... It still needs some tweaks and changes to it but I will have to make another one to get that all in place. I just can not unravel this one more time. This will be a prototype and I'm looking forward to make  a real version later on. For the first time in ages, I'm super excited about my crochet project. It feels good. Can't wait to finish it now.

I'm so ready for autumn fresh air and chilly mornings. You know those mornings when it is to cool to go to work in just a shirt or a dress, a shawl is to little or complicated and a jacket way to much... And for those mornings I really want this poncho. Cross fingers I will be ready in time. 


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Monday, August 22, 2016

First day of school

The alarm goes off at 6.30 am. It is the earliest ever in weeks if not months. We are prepared. I think. We get up. I think. We have breakfast. I think. Or did we all sleep in until 10 am and missed the first day of school???!!! Oh... It was just a dream. Phew, what a nightmare...

My hormonal 15-year old girl has been walking around the house like an unsecured hand grenade ready to blow any second for the last three days... This morning she gets ready and leaves the house in ripped jeans and very sharp eye brows (Is that the new angry look? No, no, no!!! I shut my mouth and say nothing... lets not put gas on a fire that is already burning right?). When waving her off and wishing her good luck she sighs, rolls her eyes while plugging in earphones and walking down the street.

Soon after my hormone inflated 12-year old boy wonders why his sister can go to school in ripped pants when I forced him to change to new sweat pants instead of the ones he has worn all summer and has, not only ripped knees but also a big rip in the butt... He leaves the house with the thickest and most dirty hood jacket on, hood up looking like a criminal. I wonder if he put clean underwear on... That is the battle of the year, I'm telling you. 12-year old boys are "refuse to change clothes"-warriors and incredibly hard to beat to not say impossible...

And then there was the "Unicorn - Rainbow - Fluffy bunny - Sparkles and Gum drops" filled 9-year old baby girl of mine, who flapped her wings out the door like a magical fairy with her golden curls, rain bow outfit and new pink shoes... Hugging me and kissing me and throwing a million air kisses back to me while skipping happily out the door."I will be just fine Mama! I looooove you!!!"

It feels like everything is under control. It feels like everything is totally normal. But, all photo taking was TOTALLY PROHIBITED when trying to sneak in some snap shots...
"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND MUM!!!??? DELETE EVERY SINGLE PICTURE YOU'VE TAKEN OR I'LL KILL MYSELF!!!!" Well, that is life with bigger kids. Anyone who can identify?

It is now after school and:
• My hormonal 15-year old just called me while waiting for a her school bus, sounding super excited and telling me she had a great time and met a super cool new friend in school today. :) I'm hoping those sharp eye brows has worn off a bit when she gets back home...
• My hormone inflated 12-year old boy just stepped in through the door shouting: "Hello Mama! I'm home!!!" and with a big grin on his face he gave me a big hug saying he had a great day in school. The hood was down and I could see his face. :) He actually smelled good. I think he put deodorant on. Gold star for that.
• The "Unicorn - Rainbow - Fluffy bunny - Sparkles and Gum drops" filled 9-year old baby girl of mine arrived soon after. "Hi..." No hug, no nothing. Just a smile and "I need a snack Mama". WHAT? Where did my magical fairy girl go? Is she also caught by the hormonal devil? Already??? I'm not ready!!!!!! Please freeze time!


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Friday, August 19, 2016

Flower me happy!

Hi! Has it really been... forever? We extended our Sweden visit, having such a great time this year. Being around family is truly my happy place. But, saying that, I have more than one happy place. Another one is my garden.

One of the first things I did when coming back home from vacation, was to take  a day in the garden. Mowing the lawn, cleaning up my flowers a bit and surprise surprise!!! My landlord had repainted the shed and put a cute little trim on it by the roof. He fixed the broken window and tuned up the door hinges. What a fabulous landlord I have. Now it looks like a real ginger cookie house!

While nipping old flower buds I decided to pick a garden bouquet for my kitchen table. Phlox is one of my favorites and they never fail to look magical in my garden or in a bouquet. So from me to you, a collection of Flower Me Happy from my back yard. It is good to be home and I hope to get back on the blogging train and my crochet routines very soon. Home sweet home...


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