The weekend took its toll on me, and yesterday and today has been all about recharging. I found myself today wondering if I’m being the adult (and mom) I want to be. The answer was, resoundingly, no. I’m not doing the things I want to do and being the person I want to be, and there’s no better time than the present to correct that. So off the TV went, off the radio went, and we’re going on some lovely silence this afternoon.
I’ve been trying to make more of an effort to read books to the baby. We’ve received a small handful of books as gifts, but most of the books we own have been acquired at book sales or thrift stores. The Little House and Grizzwold were both rescued from a box of books destined for the thrift store. While I love the more contemporary books we’ve received (Goodnight, Goodnight, Construction Site, for example), I really do love the old children’s books and their artwork.
On the knitting front, I cast on a new sweater. It was supposed to be textured on the front and back, but since the pattern never actually said “start chart here” I forgot all about it and just knit happily along. By the time I realized my error it was too late. Not that I couldn’t rip it out, but that I just didn’t have it in me – not after so much progress had been made. So a plain sweater it will be. Perhaps, if I have enough yarn, I’ll add a cowl collar to it to cozy it up a bit?
I started knitting little stars yesterday. They’re quick and fast. The holiday bug has bitten me and it felt like the easiest way to scratch that itch. I think when I’m done I’ll string them up and hang them in the baby’s room so he has some cute winter decorations to gaze at.