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WIPW, Bikes at the Beach

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ON THE NEEDLES

I continue to plug along on Simplex, which is slowiy but surely growing and hopefully will be finished in the next week or so.  At this point in every project, I begin fantasizing about my next project, even if I don’t specifically have one picked out.  Too bad I don’t have a time lapse to post, because that’s about the only way to see Simplex’s growth from week to week without actually counting the ridges/pattern repeats.  Someday, I’m going to try a time lapse photo, just for fun.

Makes me think of a pizza!

THE GRANDS

A few more beach pictures, if you can stand it.  I wish I could take credit for these, but I can’t.  Mr. iknead took these beauties.

 Sprout and Sand

 

At the End of the Day

Best idea of the whole week!  Babymama and Bigmommy rented bikes with buggies – it was hard to tell who had more fun!

 The Sprout had to ride by herself, but with a snack and her paci, all was well.  Next year, Charlee will even the count and she’ll have a bike buddy.

Light tomorrow with today! Elizabeth Browning


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Vacay and Kindersongs

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A LITTLE BUMMED

Today is our last pottery class for this semester, ;(, but I’ve already signed up for the next one.  I’m going to learn the wheel next and am excited to learn something new.  I think we raku again today.  The firebug in me is always excited to raku!

KINDERSONG

The Kindersong concert was totally AWESOME!  Silly songs, silly hats, silly dancing – I loved it!  Oh yeah, the grands loved it too.  The papoose danced the whole time.  I’ve already decided to keep an eye out so we can go again.  Mr. Iknead took lots of pictures, but since the papoose and babydiva were in constant motion, most of them are just blurs.  Oh, well, better pics next time.

LONG AWAITED, MUCH ANTICIPATED

Are you ready??  Cause here are a few of our vacay pics:

  The Sprout and the Papoose

 Babydiva

  All of us!

  Sprout

  Mr. Iknead, the grands and me, in our dreams.

  Mr. Iknead, the grands and me – real life

  Corny?  Absolutely!  Probably my favorite of all!

Kindness in words creates confidence.  Kindness in thinking creates profoundness.  Kindness in giving creates love.  Lao Tzu

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Souveniers

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WHAT I BROUGHT BACK

Here are my official souveniers of my beach vacation.  I’m a knitter, so can I help it if my idea a perfect souvenier is yarn, searching high and low for a LYS to visit, with extra points if it’s located on or near the beach?

First up is Knit One Crochet Too Kettle Tweed, 60% merino, 20% baby llama, 10% bamboo and 10% Donegal.  There’s no color named, just a number, 4523, but since I think everything should have a name, I’m calling the colorway My Destin-Y.  Very clever,  especially since it came from a shop in Destin, Florida, named (surprise!) The Destin Yarn Shop.  My project for this is c2knits Jackie, a topdown tank.  Nice and summery, don’t you think?

Next is this lovely Crystal Palace Mini Mochi, which also has just a number, no real name.  I’m calling this one Sea Glass because it makes me think of the small bits of glass sometimes found on the beach, beautifully frosted by waves and sand.  No official project yet, but I’m leaning toward a cowl, specifically, Botanical.

Still happy to be home.

Life is the art of drawing without an eraser.  John Gardner

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The one where 32 years

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doesn’t seem like such a long time after all.  Today, Mr. Iknead and I will have been married 32 whole years!  A lot has happened in those years, babies, kitties, puppies, illness, parties, anger, tears, joy and grief.  I’m blessed to have been able to share these with Mr. Iknead; he truly is my soft place to fall, as Dr. Phil puts it.  I think I’m ready for the next 32.

Look pretty good for 32 years dontcha think?
Playing mini-golf in Destin, it’s only 120 degrees outside with not a breath of fresh air.
Love is friendship set on fire.  French proverb
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The one where my baby

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boy turns 27.  Oh, I know, he’s grown and has been taller than I am for at least 15 years, but he’s still my baby boy, about to become a parent himself next March or so.  How about that?  We raised two, count ’em, two responsible adults!  Life is still good!

Finally!  Constanze cowl is blocking.  Take a look –

Buttons will finish it up, wooden, I think.  Since we’re going to be on vacay in Destin and I know there’s a yarn shop there, I’ll probably splurge a little on them and call them souveniers.  Tomorrow is my last day before vacation and I’m getting very, very antsy.  Ten more work hours and then our trip.

Happy birthday, baby boy.  I love you!

Precision is not reality.  Henri Matisse (1869-1954) French painter, sculptor

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