For Ryan, with Love

I started this little snuggle blankie for my youngest nephew, Ryan, before he was born. And I finished it yesterday. Can you say easily distracted?

I admire the heck out of people who can quilt, but lord knows (and now you do too), that I'm not one of them. Geometry is not my forte, nor is patience, precision, or any level of creative perfectionism. Even still, after 8 months of pecking away at it, you'd think that I could manage a pretty slick little blankie, right?



Yeah... maybe not so much. I hope that it at least holds together for a while. I cobbled it together from leftover fabrics from Olivia's bedroom curtains, a pair of jeans that had been outgrown by my two girls and my niece, and an earth-friendly, anti-microbal bamboo-blend batting.

Clumsily executed or not, I hope that my little Ry-guy likes his blankie. Aunt Chelle loves you, buddy boy. :)

The Knervous Knitter

Today was the first day back to school for my kids, and most significantly, for my youngest, who is in school full time this year for the first time ever. This leaves me home alone for just over 6 hours per day. I have been looking forward to this day with increasing excitement for nearly 10 years now, and here it is, and I don’t know what to do with myself.

The girls have been away at school for roughly 5 hours now, and I have been bumping around the house like a bee in a bottle, bouncing from one task to the next. In addition to the usual household chores, in the past five hours I have –

*finished knitting a dishcloth
*started knitting yet another dishcloth
*cut & sewn a quilt top for my baby nephew

It seems that the confluence of abundant free time and the beginning of autumn have kicked my inner Martha Stewart into overdrive.

If you catch me trying to make place cards out of fallen leaves or knitting someone a holiday sweater, feel free to slap me.