My eldest daughters compliment each other like a happily married couple celebrating their fiftieth wedding anniversary. When one can no longer walk, be they too tired or weary from growing pains, the other swoops up to offer piggyback’s ride or wagon’s pull. When one can not sleep, be they too restless or scared from nightmare, the other cuddles in to offer a bed-time lullaby or story from nearest picture book…[click HERE to continue]
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It’s true. I need a bumper sticker that reads, I’d rather be making a granny square. For reals. I know my knitting needles must miss my fingers, but this is some kind of beautiful new skill. My life is a bit full, my fingers these days busy with little girl braids, story time, gardening, laundry – you know how it goes. I’m unable to do this as much as I want. I’ve made about 25, but needing over 400 for a queen-sized blanket, it sounds much better for me to say I’ve crocheted a score. I’ve been smitten with Seattle’s Wise Craft for some time and in need of a little mix up with a strong desire to learn more about crochet, I’ve decided to latch on to this beautiful project [here]. I’m really having a lot of fun, and our girls are making promises to not take too many to convert to Barbie home rugs, teddy bear table place mats and the list continues.
I found this book in the New section and totally picked it because a bff has the same shirt as the author on the cover. Turns out, it’s about a girl who leaves everything behind to learn how to hunt with the best of the best. Silly, I know, to be this age and a mama and pick a book by its cover in front of my little ladies. It was like diving in with two forks, one for each hand, into a warm out-of-the-oven apple pie. I am not a hunter, but I have shot many guns. It was something we’d do for fun in the Beartooth Mountains of Montana, at the foothills of the ski area hill, just bunches of us gathered around sagebrush and glacial views. My husband hunts and it’s something I find super sexy, super useful for our lifestyle. Around here, it’s the next season equivalent of crab, shrimp and salmon season.
Georgia is the crisp, clever writer of [this] blog who was a classically trained chef who left her NYC career to find not only where her food comes from, but just how elk and turkey and quail are hunted. She travels with the good ol’ boys of the South and really gains both their respect and friendship. I’m not finished with the book yet, but I’m enjoying its nature: part cookbook, part memoir, part adventure story. So glad I picked this book because I thought her shirt was cool.
::: joining Ginny for yarn along.