Molly gleefully joins the land of Blogs
I have spent some of my happiest hours roaming around and reading the blogs of fabulous knitters/sewers/crafters everywhere. It's more thrilling than I can say to FINALLY have a blog of my own. I will relish hearing from people like me who love all things fiber and dream endlessly of all the possibilities.
My husband is anxious he will see even less of me than before. I think his anxiety may be justified. You will often hear me thoughfully bitching about all the things there are to DO in life and my continuous pursuit for balance. Complaining helps me cope.
I have been sewing since I was a very small child (thanks mom, thanks Aunt Molly), and I learned to knit from my Granny when I was little, but picked it back up as an adult and have hardly gone a week without knitting since 1997. There have been some exceptionally busy weeks of course (giving birth, nursing every hour, giving birth again, juggling the new circus of two kiddos). But I always find my way back to knitting --or making things--
before too long.
It's a matter of sanity and true bliss.
We lived in Seattle for 10 years and recently returned for a fabulous visit. Sadly, I did not make it to Churchmouse Yarns & Teas (the prettiest and best of all yarn shops). I did, however, visit the Fiber Gallery in Greenwood, Hilltop yarns in Queen Anne and during our sidetrip to Victoria, BC, I had a lovely escape (BY MYSELF) to the Beehive Wool shop. ooooh. Canadian yarns are pretty and hard to find in the states. I love finding regional yarns in far-off locales.
Pictured above are my lovely vacation purchases. I think I showed great restraint - spending only slightly more than I could afford. I have two very dear friends who are pregnant. Much of this yarn is intended for their beautiful little offspring. Will i get to it? Will there ever be enough time? Stay tuned to find out.