Beautiful Day at Mt. St. Helens

Just had to share some gorgeous pictures we took yesterday.

Escape much?

I do. I have found myself lately (as I often do around this time of year) escaping into my crafts and creativity. It is almost tortuous. I stay up until 3am sometimes with such intensity and focus it isn't healthy, but it is what I sometimes need. Can I play my "mom of 3 card now?" Okay, thanks I will....here it goes...

Sometimes I just need something that I can have be quiet and not demanding my input 24/7. Sometimes I just need the illusion that I can still live in a semi-adult world with adult passion.
Sometimes I just need solitude.
Sometimes...well you have the idea now I just need to get my knit or glue or creativity on YO!

Wow how cathartic that is to just put it all out there like that. Am I gettin' my blog on or what? I hate that stupid word: Blog.

Oh yes I had a point, it is always buried in there somewhere. Last night I made 50 heavenly scented (of lavendar and orange) bean bags to sell at my dd's waldorf school and 8 tic-tac-toe felt travel pouches. I was so intensly busy with the creation I forgot to take pictures. Next time, next time...

Do I know any Giants??...Linebackers??

I suppose we all come to the time when we just have to admit it is TOO big, I mean WAY to big. I am stubborn and determined and I just kept knitting this bad boy in total denial. Funny how that works with denial. So when I finally came to the realization that it wasn't ever going to be a hat unless I knew a giant, a linebacker, or a grown adult with the proportions of those hideous Brat dolls...it just wasn't going to be a hat. So I went to rip it all out...but, the stubborn voice of reason in me says well what else could it be? A tube top! Please have I seen my boobs lately...we won't go there. What about an incredibly stylish tank with spaghetti straps for my 7 yr old. Yeah right! Like anyone wants to wear wool in the summer, especially *my* 7 yr old. I rip it...rip it good and it was good I felt so free as I unraveled (are we still talking about the yarn?). So here it is back to it's original (well the way I bought it) form. Sitting on my desk are two dainty little wooly balls... okay okay...or a new improved smaller hat.