Thrummin' Right Along

I decided to "thrum" a pair of mittens I'm making to ensure they are toasty warm. I'm using leftover yarn from her hoodie rather than picking a warmer yarn. I bought my first ever chunk of roving from Marr Haven http://www.marrhaven.com/rovngdy2.html

For some reason, the phrase "thrummin' right along" keeps playing through my head as I'm working on them ... to the tune of the Muppets' song "Moving Right Along", which makes this project all the more humorous. Oh yes, and I think the roving kinda has the texture of Miss Piggy's hair!

Here's what the project is looking like so far!
The makings for the inside:

The outside:

And the hairy, toasty warm inside!

Class with CookieA

Road trip to Lansing, Michigan with fellow sock-a-holic, Nikki for a toe-up class with the infamous CookieA. We learned how to make a gusset in a toe-up sock. My first toe-up class. Good time! Nikki is fun to roadtrip with. :)

Am I Asking The Right Question?

Today I realized that all these years since high school,, I may have been asking myself the wrong question when I've wondered "what do I want to be when I grow up". Perhaps it's my stage in life now, but I think a better question is "what should my life's legacy be about?".

Being Happy - Gift Card Philosophers

Awhile back I read this on Annie Modesitt's blog and felt I should capture it on mine for future inspiration and encouragement. So here it is:

Being Happy doesn't mean everything is perfect. It means you've
decided to look beyond the imperfections.

The Signs of Fall Creeping In

The first signs of Fall sneaking it's foot into the door are here.

On Friday, I heard the first sounds of Canada Geese flying overhead, honking their announcement that summer is ending and a beautiful fall season is just around the corner to be enjoyed. Every year I feel surprised at the sound and always ask myself "where did the summer go?" and vow that next summer I will drink in every bit of sunshine and time outdoors as possible so it won't go by so quickly.

This morning a fall-feeling wind lobbed acorn hats at the house while I sat on the patio gazing at the ravine and knitting. The first acorn hat hit the dining room window and the second landed beside me on the cement patio in clear sight. There's no mistaking it: another summer is winding down.