quiet
almost TOO quiet.
Too hot and too tired to do much else but lie in 8 inches of kiddie pool water and let my boy pour water on my head.
So things have been neglected.
Things like knitting and cooking and therefore blogs.
And now with the onset of Heat Wave II: electric boogaloo, this seemed as good a time as any for a quick update.
There was, despite the neglect, a few strides made in the name of knitting progress.
Sleeve # two of the Elsebeth Lavold cardigan is now complete:
And what better way too pat myself on the back than with a quick Top Down Child Raglan?
(resting atop another neglected love of mine. Can you see the dust? Terrible.
What the hell is with me and this pattern? Is it somehow all a part of a master plan to create a tribe of children in matching though various sized hooded tunics, weilding heavy wooden clubs and sporting berry stained cheeks and mud streaked legs running wild through a post apocolyptic desert waiting for Mel Gibson to try to fly them out in a rusty shell of a futuristic flying machine?
Well, obviously.
On another note, check out CN8 (local Boston TV) on Tuesday at 7:00 PM for a live interview with my husband and several other people involved with the production of the first children's book he's illustrating.
Yeah, baby. T-to-the-V.
And this is what being a tourist looks like.
Complete with a trip to the Hip Clothing Store, H&M.
Too hot and too tired to do much else but lie in 8 inches of kiddie pool water and let my boy pour water on my head.
So things have been neglected.
Things like knitting and cooking and therefore blogs.
And now with the onset of Heat Wave II: electric boogaloo, this seemed as good a time as any for a quick update.
There was, despite the neglect, a few strides made in the name of knitting progress.
Sleeve # two of the Elsebeth Lavold cardigan is now complete:
And what better way too pat myself on the back than with a quick Top Down Child Raglan?
(resting atop another neglected love of mine. Can you see the dust? Terrible.
What the hell is with me and this pattern? Is it somehow all a part of a master plan to create a tribe of children in matching though various sized hooded tunics, weilding heavy wooden clubs and sporting berry stained cheeks and mud streaked legs running wild through a post apocolyptic desert waiting for Mel Gibson to try to fly them out in a rusty shell of a futuristic flying machine?
Well, obviously.
On another note, check out CN8 (local Boston TV) on Tuesday at 7:00 PM for a live interview with my husband and several other people involved with the production of the first children's book he's illustrating.
Yeah, baby. T-to-the-V.
And this is what being a tourist looks like.
Complete with a trip to the Hip Clothing Store, H&M.
posted by Martha Marin at
7:28 PM
3 Comments:
That is one lonely looking accordion. Can you please ask your phenomenally talented husband to make a children's book about a sad, abandoned accordion? Or else can you play more? Either would work. Maybe one would lead to the other. Or vice versa.
Music! Music! Music!
Art! Art! Art!
I thank you for your time.
Nice knitting despite the heat. I gotta make that top down raglan for LL so she'll have a matching sweater with your boy :)
The other possibility for a tribe of children in matching sweaters is the family Von Trapp. And with that accordion... Who doesn't love marionettes? Plus you would get to be Julie Andrews. Minus the Catholic guilt. And maybe the Baroness Schraeder would let you wear some of her rockin evening gowns.
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