I haven’t picked up St. Brigid in a while. Casting on for the second sock with the right tension has posed a problem. I did string some beads for pulse warmers. I so enjoy stringing beads! Really. It’s just the kind of monotony my brain craves! Is that sad? Knitting almost seems like a guilty pleasure with all of the work that needs to get done around the house before the trip to Costa Rica (next Sunday!) and the second story (two weeks, so we’re told).
My mom suggested posting a picture of the samplers we recently hung. In between the Starmore sweaters, my mom obsessed over cross stitch. Those little ones were made for me. The small square before I left for college–to put in my dorm room. And the rectangular one for Kevin and I after 9/11. I have always coveted that weeping willow one. It graced mom’s wall for many years and finally made it to me when we were living in MA. I absolutely love it. Samplers and most stitch work from the past always contained at least one intentional mistake–after all–only god is perfect. So they say. There are a couple of little errors in weeping willow sampler and I love to search for them from time to time. Conveniently, the pictures cover the big circle Owen drew on the wall that has, unfortunately, bled through.
Kevin is home today–taking Owen to the dentist. And I am off to work.