Stitch Rabbit

Almost There.

I am a few rows of decreases away from finishing my holiday "elfing"... and I'm exhausted. 

I love making our gifts, I love making things for other people... I love the time that goes into it, I love the reflections and thoughts that come up about the people you are making things for. I love the handmade. I'm very lucky to be able to spend the time, to have the time to craft and sew and knit for my family and friends. I started really crafting and making when I first began my "at home life" with wee babies. It gave me something productive to do while spending so much time at home. Now I can't imagine living without making things. I truly treasure these years that I get to be at home with my kids doing the things that I love.

 

 

Holidays in Our Home

I'm so grateful for the time I get to spend in December doing what I love the most. It's been an especially moving and thankful year for me...

Spending time in the woods with my family, and finding the most beautiful tree we had ever seen, wrapping it in lights and ornaments and staring at it from our cozy spot on the couch.

Spending time in the studio making things for the little ones in my life.

Spending mornings knitting. Well, mornings and afternoons. And nights. Nights too.

Putting down the knitting sticks to spend evenings with paper and crafts and beer.

Routinely locking myself in the bathroom at the end of the night with a cold beer and the most amazing goodies from Penny Frances Potions.

Now if only the snow would come...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I Want.

 

    I want to fold your laundry. I want to wipe your spills. I want to cook dinners you complain about and wipe tears from your eyes. I want to referee arguments and scrub the floors you muddy. I want your dirty hand prints on my walls and your toys scattered across the floor. I want to hug you and be frustrated with you and work it out with you. I want to teach you. I want to help you with your homework. I want to fix things for you, I want to hold your hand. I want to sigh as I find holes in your jeans and leftover snacks in your room. I want to love you and know that at any moment I can open your bedroom door and sneak a kiss from your sweaty little heads as you sleep. I should only be so lucky to have the duties and the chores and the reasons to take care of you. I want it all, I want the work, the joy, the love.

I want my children and tonight I am a parent who gets to carry them sleeping from their bed to mine and wrap my arms around them and fall asleep with my face in their hair.

I am one of the lucky ones.