Done with winter, tired of freezing, looking forward to spring!
Wednesday, February 18, 2015
Sunday, February 15, 2015
|Citrus Spring Spa Washcloth|
For those who are clueless about frost heaves, in Vermont there is a lot of slate and ledge which moves and shifts as the ground begins to warm. We can't see the ground warming up now that the sun is getting closer and shining longer on our portion of the world, because we are still buried under piles of snow. Not like the folks in Boston, but we still have our fair share to contend with. Anyway, as the ground warms, and with all the shifting and moving underground, roads quickly turn into a roller coaster. Roads that are paved tend to buckle which then the game of dodge the potholes begins. Roads that aren't paved turn into mud holes, thus explains the fifth season in the Northeast ~ Mud Season.
Today is a very cold and blustery winter day with dangerous wind chills. My husband is off snowmobiling (crazy man) and attending the annual winter cookout (totally crazy man) for the snowmobile club he is a member of. Not to mention, I'm quite happy to stay tucked indoors where it is toasty warm.
To pass the time, I'm buried under blankets on the couch armed with a crochet hook and a ball of yarn in spring like colors. As I stitch away, the colorful ball of yarn is magically transformed into a useful item ~ A Citrus Spring Spa Washcloth, to be exact. Made with 100% cotton yarn, a renewable resource, makes this an Eco Friendly option. Colors may fade and shrink slightly on the first wash, but the cloth gets softer and more absorbent the longer you use it. These spa washcloths quickly become a favorite to use for washing.
Sunday, February 8, 2015
|Isabella found her thumb!|
Isabella...ah, what a cutie. She has red hair, which I'm happy about. I had high hopes that one of my children would end up with red hair like their father, but looks like it skipped a generation. She had the strong genetics of being gifted with red hair due to the fact that the grandfathers on both sides were blessed with red hair.
Now three months old, she's discovered her thumb, much to her mother's dismay. (LOL) She's also trying to mimic what we do. If we stick our tongue out, she does. If we make a noise, she attempts to do the same. Very much aware of her surroundings, and extremely easy to startle. There has been many a moment of laughter over her ear piercing screams of fright over much of nothing. We're starting to experience the attempts to giggle, as she's found my squeaky voice since Friday night to be amusing. I look like Grammy but I don't sound like Grammy and so she grins, squiggles and squirms around as the beginnings of a laugh start to emerge.
It's amazing how quickly one small human being can win over ones heart.