Dreams and Perspective

I'm supposed to be at the Town Hall registering our vehicles, but it seems to me drawing a picture would be way more fun and less expensive, and I have something on my mind that I need want to work out on paper the screen anyway. 

I am in need of some brainless knitting.  I have several pieces of knitting underway, but they are all at the pay-attention-or-you'll-screw-this-up phase of development.  I would like the woolen equivalent of a sweatshirt, but striped.  I have my dyeing procedure all figured out, and a simple raglan in my head.  Whether this project will happen is anyone's guess.

Here is Croquellen in her imaginary dress, inspired by this dress (sorry, the link to this has disappeared):  edit - found the link!  http://www.malinkadress.com/



Fabric source here



 
Here is Croquellen in her dress and new imaginary woolen stripey sweatshirt.

(hideous boots)

Here is Croquellen as you might see her from your perspective, as you are likely four inches taller than she.

Here is Croquellen as you might see her from the seated position; you are in a bean bag chair.

Better go register the vehicles.

Pompoms All Around

On the knitting/crochet front:  a finished cowl adorned with multicolor felted pompoms from Darn Good Yarn.  Pompom fringe speaks to me.  Hollers my name.  The knitting was done on my old Singer 360 knitting machine.  I would like to relearn all the ins and outs of the ole girl.

Also, a pair of Fried Chicken Mittens done from the top down.  I wanted to see if it could be done.  It can.  Then I ripped them out and made a cowl for my daughter because she's been cold.  Imagine if you will (because there is no photo) a lovely angora cowl with a ripple edge at the top.

 At home, my boys have finished their go cart and can be found screaming down our (muddy) wood roads.  The speed, adrenaline, and laundry have all increased around here.



Not at home, we are looking at colleges again for our high school senior.  I am a sucker for a beautiful campus.


University of New Brunswick, Fredericton



And in the spirit of following one's heart, a dear friend has recently purchased his own race car.  I spent yesterday in the pits, and then at the top of the stands.  During the caution laps he was able to spot us and wave.

I hope you are able to follow your heart's desire this week.  I am a lucky gal.