One of the joys of having kids is that you have a constant reminder of how quickly time is passing and how old you’re getting (not fun, that part!). I still can’t believe my eldest is in matric. Admittedly, most of my high school friends already have grandchildren, so I’m a bit of a late bloomer in the having kids (and, mind you, adulting in general) department. Nonetheless, I am feeling the horror of having a child on the brink of adulthood (and a teeny tiny bit of excitement, but really, only a smidge, mind you). And, of course, she’s not looking forward to adulting. It must be genetic. After all, adulting can often be SO overrated!
Tag: Arthur Bales
Hi yarn-lovers. I thought I’d share with you a few of the plans I have for some of the yarns in my stash. I’m just dying to get started on these projects. I’m so desperate to get my hands on them that I’ve taken a break from binding off a sweater – Stella My Size. Yes, that’s all that’s left to be done – cast it off!
Instead, I’m using the excuse of telling you about my plans just so that I can touch these skeins and cakes of exquisiteness. They remind me of my reward when I’ve bound off a WIP (work in progress, in case you’re not familiar with the lingo). I’ve made a commitment to only start a new project when I finish another. And in-between I dream of what’s in my stash and of their potential to become something gorgeous…