Make it pink, no make it blue

Finally something to blog about.

I just finished making some baby booties for my darling sister.
January... can you believe it.
Since we don't know the gender I like to call it Baby Watt

Admire these charming baby booties that give me the giggles every time i hold them :)







Ahh baby things are so precious. All my love Britt and Shawn!!!!!

Going Bovine- Close to the biggest disappointment ever

Just in case this blog gets googled and I can do some good.


So I was hoping I could put this review somewhere that people would read but this will have to do.
Going Bovine By Libba Bray

Now I am a fan of Libba Bray. I think she is super but somewhere along the lines in the past couple years she was abducted by aliens and something was left in her place. Something that has published such a waste of tree. I read every page of that stupid waste of money hoping, praying it would turn out wonderful but it was crappy and vulgar. Really the F-word every 2 pages. A bit much really.
Ah I just want to shake Libba and ask "WHY!!!"
So in case you were planning on spending your money just don't.
Buy a journal and write a book, it will be better than Going Bovine.

I thought I would feel it.
I stopped looking for it because I was sure if it was being created I would know.
I thought I would feel it's presence as surely as if it had come from my own womb.
That no matter where it was, our love would draw us together.

But I didn't.
I had to be told from another.
And my joy in that moment...
I grabbed my husband face. "Are you serious?"
He nodded.
"For real. I mean really?"
"Yes"
A broad smile spread across my face. Another one.. I though I would die of happiness at two.

Yes. There is another Kingdom Hearts game and yes I know your shock and excitement. But just take deep breaths and hug your husband.
The first problem is that now i have to get a Nintendo DS.
The second bigger problem is that my rapid pressing A skills are greatly diminished. Guess i'll have to practice :)

Earth Apple

I feel as though when I do not blog regularly that when I do return I should share something profound and eloquent. But this evening I am simply overcome by the joy of a good cup of tea. I opened the packet of chamomile and was instantly thrust back to summer camp where dear sheila would drug us so we would not be up all night. There is something so familiar and safe about camomile, maybe because it will always make me feel like I am sitting in Sheila's parlor with Sheila and Bri, reading aloud as we knit and crochet. The tea is seeping as I write.
Good Evening.

P.s. the weird thing we are doing with our hands... that is how many cups of tea we had in that sitting. Yep and you can only guess how many bathroom trips that was.

A Little Culture For You

Here are some quotes I have come across lately

Blue Castle by L.M. Montgomery
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"Dimples, too, in cheeks and chin! "A woman with dimples always gets her own way." thought Valancy in a recurring spasm of bitterness at the fate which had denied her even one dimple."


Emily Dickinson Life XIII
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The soul selects her own society
then shuts the door;
On her divine majority
Obtrude no more.

Unmoved, she notes the chariots pausing
At her low gate
Unmoved, an emperor is kneeling
Upon her mat,

I've known her from an ample nation
Choose one;
The close the valves of her attention
Like stone


"He wishes for the Cloths of Heaven" - William Butler Yeats
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Had I the heaven's embroidered clothes
Enwrought with gold and silver lights
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and half-light
I would spread the cloths under your feet;
But I being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

Everything a young man ought to be

It is said that fictional heroes ruin young woman for "real-life" men. But I must disagree. Well I guess I am the exception of the rule. In a world full of Jacobs and Mr. Collins I found the one Edward-Darcy. I could sing his praises all my days.
Thank you my love for everything. Especially for taking care of me when I was sick at 2:30 in the morning.
For those of you who are visual learners.

Were that i was Chuck

What sweet joy when the thing you most love is returned unexpectedly
When it jumps into your arms and it feels as though it was never gone
When being able to say it's name aloud sends glorious chills and no heart wrenching pain
My friends I have been thrust into such a moment
My heart would near explode from happiness if... but I know it will only last three weeks.
Three glorious weeks.

Readers meet the Pie Maker, Pie Maker meet my readers... again





Starting yesterday ABC is playing the last three unaired PD episode. 10pm be there. I'll be the one with happy tears running down my face and pies in the oven.