hand eye crafts

If you've ever been to a Stitches event, you know how much fun it is, and also, how much walking you have to do.  Therefore, come prepared: That would be yours truly on the left, Mooflower on the left.  In the Market on Day One.  The last time we saw each other was also in Atlanta, about four years ago.  She is truly awesome, and it was great to see her again.  And to meet her friend, Jane. Day One shopping filled one of my Chico bags .  I'd written down amounts of yarn I needed for specific projects, and stuck to buying those.  For the most part. How cute is that little guy?  Shame I can't crochet --- Briton's girlfriend loves otters. Treated myself to room service the first night, having taken a long nap that afternoon and missed dinnertime. Fruit and cheese basket.  Followed the next morning by my standard hotel/room service Eggs Benedict breakfast.  With tiny bottles of Tabasco again. Bought fewer things on Day ...

This is my second trip to Stitches South;  Hannah and I came a couple of years ago.  The hotel has redecorated its rooms, going from warm woods with real character to black and white modular which is plain tacky. The market, which is all I came for, remains the same.  Lots of women wearing lots of handknits.  Mostly shawls.  Don't know how many were wearing handmade socks, but shawls have definitely been the project of choice for, I'd say, 85% of the attendees. Met up with friend Mooflower  once I arrived.  She and her friend Jane have been delightful company these couple of days, despite our difference in style: The market did have a surprise or two: This booth was empty yesterday, but there were men sitting and knitting today.   There was also a handsome man in a kilt strolling around.  Wanted to take a picture of him, but that would have been just creepy. Got my standard room service breakfast this morning: Lov...

When your son has passed along the stomach horror that has had him abed for the last 3 days, do you browse around on etsy , or cowboy boot sites , or  online yarn shops ? Or do you think about the days when your son was little, and even then susceptible to high fevers?  And do you think about the number of times you've put him in the tub at ungodly hours to pour cool water on him and try to help him out? And then does your mind go to both your children, when they were both little, and you remember having babies was so sweet: But then you realize there were an awful lot of days like this: And you down some Gatorade and ibuprofen, slump down onto the couch, and hope that your fever brings you warmly weird and satisfying dreams.

I do not like to shop.  Even online I'm usually not that caught up in it.  Except for one thing. Cowboy boots. Could look at them all day.  I openly gasp at some.  I emit "will-die-a-little-if-these-don't-become-mine" noises often. Last week, I was down.  Hell, I've been down all year, but last week was particularly vicious and personal.  So I took some of what rather small amount of disposable income I have, and bought myself some boots.  These boots to be specific: Right away, the photo does them no justice at all.  The leather is buttery soft and the embroidery is impeccable, and, yes, I might have rubbed them against my face. These boots positively take my breath away.  And they're going with me to Nashville to give me something pretty to look at and contemplate on when everything else threatens to overwhelm me.