I Totally Know My Pictures Suck
I know. I know! What can I do? I admit it. I am a bad photographer. You should see how many horrible pictures I have taken of my kids. And this is a hard thing to do because they are really very cute. I just don't seem to have the knack. So I apologize for the bad pictures. Because I so badly want you to see accurate portrayals of what I am knitting. Anyway, this is a scarf for my mom. The colors are much nicer. Richer. Deeper. The yarns are Crystal Palace and I have misplaced the ballbands. One is tape, the other, a novelty in the same colors. I'm liking it so far and I hope my mom does too. Her birthday is this Thursday, Columbus Day. The real Columbus Day, not the psuedo-holiday.
Blogging is helping me to realize what a sadly boring and uneventful life I have. These days I spend my time working, then come home, help the kids with homework, forage for food in the kitchen or go out to Taco Bell, fall into bed and sleep until it's time to get up. The most exciting part of the day is at 6:45 am, where I run around crazily trying to get myself and the kids ready and out the door by 7:30. There is lots of yelling, running, clothes flying about and general chaos. We always manage to make it out of the house in the knick of time. Rinse and repeat. Over and over for five days in a row until I am so tired I can hardly stand it. Then I spend a weekend not quite catching up and start all over again. What is there to blog about and when can I find time to do it? Actually, there's lots of time to blog at work but integrity prevents me. Besides, I'm still on probation. I'm joking. Seriously, I am. No, really.