The thief does not come except to steal, and to kill, and to destroy. I have come that they may have life, and that they may have it more abundantly. John 10:10 (NKJV)
Can you tell that I'm taking a blog break?! I'm hoping someone has noticed. Maybe not. That's okay too.
Tomorrow is 2014, a new year. I've already made one resolution: to knit more. I know I can do this. And it's probably the most excited I've been about a resolution because I know I can do it. It's like saying, I resolve to eat junk, more chocolate and be lazy. If I said that, I know I could accomplish it, but that's not really good for me.
Of course, I'm vowing to make healthier choices, exercise, read my bible more, etc. Why not? We should always strive to improve our lifestyle, right?
It's when we stop wanting to do better that becomes the real problem. If you are in a slump right now, please pray and ask God to help you out of it. Not because a new year begins tomorrow, but because you are alive. Any day can be a fresh start. God gave us the gift of life and we're to live it abundantly. God deserves our best and so do you.
No matter what you're going through right now, there is hope in Jesus Christ - Yesterday, today and in 2014.
Happy New Year, Friends!
Tuesday, December 31, 2013
Thursday, December 19, 2013
Grandpa's butter
As a child, I remember vividly there being two sticks of butter on the table at Grandma's house; one for Grandpa and one for the rest of us. Grandpa preferred REAL butter. So that white stick was Grandpa's butter - yuck. We were careful not to grab his butter by mistake, it tasted so awful. Our butter was yellow.
Grandma had the plastic Tupperware brand butter dishes, one with a clear (sort of) lid and one with a solid (tan/dirty yellow) lid (as above). We knew which was which, although at this moment I cannot tell you how it went, and we knew when setting the table that both butter dishes went out.
When I was learning to cook with my mom or grandma, I remember coming to the realization that margarine was butter, or at least what we called butter...or that other weird word, oleo. I thought margarine was good for us...until a couple years ago when I stumbled across an article that basically said margarine was one molecule away from being considered plastic. Oh, boy, doesn't that sound super yummy?
For a few years I have been back and forth between using real butter, margarine, low-fat, 'healthy' margarine, spreadable butter made with canola oil, blah, blah, blah. I have finally decided to stick with the real butter and all its glory.
The big complaint at my house with the real butter was its spreading capabilities. Alas, the role of the butter dish.
I went to Walmart to buy a butter dish, hoping for the plastic one, to leave out on my counter. I searched the isles for what seemed like forever and had to go with a glass one. It has claimed an empty space on the counter next to the toaster. (And a few days later, I was cleaning out the camper for the winter...and found one of my grandma's plastic butter trays!)
I know that real butter is not necessarily healthy, but man, is it good. I love spreading that soft, real butter across toast or a roll, or anything for that matter...By the way, I'm starting to get hungry, could you pass Grandpa's butter, please?
| Vintage Tupperware? |
Grandma had the plastic Tupperware brand butter dishes, one with a clear (sort of) lid and one with a solid (tan/dirty yellow) lid (as above). We knew which was which, although at this moment I cannot tell you how it went, and we knew when setting the table that both butter dishes went out.
When I was learning to cook with my mom or grandma, I remember coming to the realization that margarine was butter, or at least what we called butter...or that other weird word, oleo. I thought margarine was good for us...until a couple years ago when I stumbled across an article that basically said margarine was one molecule away from being considered plastic. Oh, boy, doesn't that sound super yummy?
For a few years I have been back and forth between using real butter, margarine, low-fat, 'healthy' margarine, spreadable butter made with canola oil, blah, blah, blah. I have finally decided to stick with the real butter and all its glory.
The big complaint at my house with the real butter was its spreading capabilities. Alas, the role of the butter dish.
I went to Walmart to buy a butter dish, hoping for the plastic one, to leave out on my counter. I searched the isles for what seemed like forever and had to go with a glass one. It has claimed an empty space on the counter next to the toaster. (And a few days later, I was cleaning out the camper for the winter...and found one of my grandma's plastic butter trays!)
I know that real butter is not necessarily healthy, but man, is it good. I love spreading that soft, real butter across toast or a roll, or anything for that matter...By the way, I'm starting to get hungry, could you pass Grandpa's butter, please?
Tuesday, December 17, 2013
To knit or exercise? That is the question...
I was thinking yesterday...it's really good to have a healthy hobby, but it's not so good to have an addiction. My problem is always with balancing things. At this point in time, I am totally consumed with knitting. I could knit 24 hours a day if time, work, hands, arms, supplies allowed for it. (Okay, I may be exaggerating a tad, but...) I'm in love with knitting.
In my mind, I was comparing this passion for knitting every spare moment to how my BFF spends some of his spare time - exercising. Why can't I become consumed with exercising...something other than my fingers and hands (which is becoming a problem, by the way)? Gosh, if only I could somehow have a little of both...the gumption and discipline to exercise for my health...and then relax by knitting.
I think my BFF finds running through hilly, snow-covered bike paths relaxing. To me, it sounds simply treacherous. And he will go run miles after doing an extreme work-out video. What is wrong with that man?! I'm at that point where I feel like the knitting has become my excuse to not exercise. I want my spare time for knitting and nothing else.
I saw an article last week about a man breaking a world record - running a marathon and knitting a 12-foot, 9-inch scarf. First of all, my BFF couldn't understand a man wanting to knit, but all I could think about is, who in their right mind thought of trying this and set the first record? I've been told by a friend that she has crocheted while walking on the treadmill. I'm just not sure I'm that talented...and I certainly don't need a broken ankle or leg.
I'm hoping real soon to find that balance I have so much trouble with...in more ways than one. (Don't even ask me to stand on one foot right now.) But my goodness, it's almost the end of the year, so why not wait until January 1 to turn over my new leaf? I would hate to break tradition...better keep knitting.
Friday, December 13, 2013
Advent for a Meaningful Christmas
This year I was invited to be a part of an advent project called "A Meaningful Christmas." A friend decided that she wanted to make Christmas more meaningful for her very young daughter and found something on Pinterest that caught her eye. It involved creating 25 ornaments having to do with the Christmas story, exchanging them with 24 other people and it also included 25 short devotionals and verses to go along with each ornament/day. The countdown was to begin on December 1.
I was given day #21 which was about God being our compass or GPS which went along with the following verse: Jesus said to him, "I am the way, the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through Me." (John 14:6) I used a nifty-shaped piece of card stock and with a large rubber stamp and red ink, I stamped a big hand with the pointer finger out, and wrote "This Way..." on the front. On the back, I put the bible verse assigned to me, numbered it and dated it. It was fairly simple, but to the point. (You know how hard that is for me- I only had so much room?!)
We gathered near the end of November and exchanged the ornaments. It was fun to see what each person had come up with to signify their given verse or story. There are some very creative people out there! My friend put together a booklet for us each to take that gave us the devo and verse that went along with each ornament, and she provided a plastic tote for everything to go in. She did an excellent job with all of it, and I was pretty pumped about beginning the advent.
For some reason, I just don't get into decorating for Christmas like I used to, which is sad really. But I must say we got our tree up in better time than last year, and that was due in part to the fact we used the one that stands in our storage room in the basement - as opposed to one growing at the tree farm. I was starting to panic about how far behind we were falling with the advent. The tree was decorated and ready for the advent ornaments this past Sunday. We had eight ornaments to catch up on and we did them all at once that night.
I have to admit I was surprised that a) my family didn't gripe about doing it; b) my children actually did put down their gadgets and focus their eyes on the readings and the ornaments; c) on Monday, my son asked when we would do the next one; and d) last night, my daughter reminded me to do two because we didn't do one on Wednesday after youth. I am thrilled that they remembered and wanted to hear about/see the next ornament.
When decorating the tree, I left a few open spaces because I knew I would be adding 25 ornaments to it, and I look forward to filling those holes with meaningful ornaments. Thank you, my friend, for sharing a more meaningful Christmas with my family.
I was given day #21 which was about God being our compass or GPS which went along with the following verse: Jesus said to him, "I am the way, the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through Me." (John 14:6) I used a nifty-shaped piece of card stock and with a large rubber stamp and red ink, I stamped a big hand with the pointer finger out, and wrote "This Way..." on the front. On the back, I put the bible verse assigned to me, numbered it and dated it. It was fairly simple, but to the point. (You know how hard that is for me- I only had so much room?!)
We gathered near the end of November and exchanged the ornaments. It was fun to see what each person had come up with to signify their given verse or story. There are some very creative people out there! My friend put together a booklet for us each to take that gave us the devo and verse that went along with each ornament, and she provided a plastic tote for everything to go in. She did an excellent job with all of it, and I was pretty pumped about beginning the advent.
For some reason, I just don't get into decorating for Christmas like I used to, which is sad really. But I must say we got our tree up in better time than last year, and that was due in part to the fact we used the one that stands in our storage room in the basement - as opposed to one growing at the tree farm. I was starting to panic about how far behind we were falling with the advent. The tree was decorated and ready for the advent ornaments this past Sunday. We had eight ornaments to catch up on and we did them all at once that night.
I have to admit I was surprised that a) my family didn't gripe about doing it; b) my children actually did put down their gadgets and focus their eyes on the readings and the ornaments; c) on Monday, my son asked when we would do the next one; and d) last night, my daughter reminded me to do two because we didn't do one on Wednesday after youth. I am thrilled that they remembered and wanted to hear about/see the next ornament.
When decorating the tree, I left a few open spaces because I knew I would be adding 25 ornaments to it, and I look forward to filling those holes with meaningful ornaments. Thank you, my friend, for sharing a more meaningful Christmas with my family.
Tuesday, December 10, 2013
'80s on Eight - I think so.
I'm pretty sure that Sirius/XM Radio was created, in part, to torture young children. That is my take on it anyway. I had XM radio many years ago when I commuted to work. At first, I thought it was silly to pay for radio, but once I had it, I was hooked. I listened to a lot of Dave Ramsey shows over the years, and it helped pass the time as I drove many miles.
Jay has Sirius in his truck, but I'm not in there a whole lot. I traded vehicles a couple weeks ago and it came with a year subscription to Sirius...and I am loving it! Eighties on Eight and Nineties on Nine are fabulous. I must admit I enjoy a little Hairnation too! I love, love, love to hear music from my younger years. What is it about the power of music that it can take you back to a particular time - the very moment you hear a certain song?
One of the other things I like about the Sirius radio is it gives you the name of the song, the artist or band and the year it was released. I love telling my kids, hey, I loved this song...back when I was only ten years old, etc.
And the kids think it is just torturous when Jay and I are in the front seat with our favorite channels on, singing along and blasting those sweet tunes as loud as we can. They beg us to turn the channel, make faces, huff and puff...and we love it.
If I really want to make them crazy, I put it back to the Sixties on Six channel. I love music from that decade and they really think it's archaic. The Beatles, the Turtles, the Monkees, CCR...oh yeah!
The night before Thanksgiving, I took Madolyn and some of her friends to watch Catching Fire. On the way home (sometime around midnight - I was having trouble with tired eyes), I decided I had had enough of their obnoxious music, turned the radio to my tunes...and sang along to keep me awake and to help keep my sanity. It was so funny, Michael Jackson's "Thriller" came on and I piped up and told the kids, "I remember getting this RECORD for Christmas." Immediately after that, a Men At Work song came on, and I laughed and told them that the very same year, my brother got that record for Christmas.
I'm sure they didn't appreciate that little blast from my past, but it made me smile. I love music, lots of different kinds of music, and how they connect us to our memories. And I will continue to Rock On to the detriment of my children...
Jay has Sirius in his truck, but I'm not in there a whole lot. I traded vehicles a couple weeks ago and it came with a year subscription to Sirius...and I am loving it! Eighties on Eight and Nineties on Nine are fabulous. I must admit I enjoy a little Hairnation too! I love, love, love to hear music from my younger years. What is it about the power of music that it can take you back to a particular time - the very moment you hear a certain song?
One of the other things I like about the Sirius radio is it gives you the name of the song, the artist or band and the year it was released. I love telling my kids, hey, I loved this song...back when I was only ten years old, etc.
And the kids think it is just torturous when Jay and I are in the front seat with our favorite channels on, singing along and blasting those sweet tunes as loud as we can. They beg us to turn the channel, make faces, huff and puff...and we love it.
If I really want to make them crazy, I put it back to the Sixties on Six channel. I love music from that decade and they really think it's archaic. The Beatles, the Turtles, the Monkees, CCR...oh yeah!
The night before Thanksgiving, I took Madolyn and some of her friends to watch Catching Fire. On the way home (sometime around midnight - I was having trouble with tired eyes), I decided I had had enough of their obnoxious music, turned the radio to my tunes...and sang along to keep me awake and to help keep my sanity. It was so funny, Michael Jackson's "Thriller" came on and I piped up and told the kids, "I remember getting this RECORD for Christmas." Immediately after that, a Men At Work song came on, and I laughed and told them that the very same year, my brother got that record for Christmas.
I'm sure they didn't appreciate that little blast from my past, but it made me smile. I love music, lots of different kinds of music, and how they connect us to our memories. And I will continue to Rock On to the detriment of my children...
Saturday, December 7, 2013
Josie, my adolescent kitty
I have decided that maybe our one-year-old, Sweet Josie, is in sync with our thirteen-year-old daughter's stage in life...mood swings, emotional bursts and such. And here's why...
Josie wants to be near me most of the time. She may not want to be on my lap or touching any part of my body, but she will be within an arm's length. If I am knitting on the bed, she will curl up at the end of it. If I'm on the couch or in the chair knitting or watching television, she will sit a few feet away or on the back of the couch.
Every morning, she joins me as I shower. And no, she doesn't get in the shower with me, but 99% of the time, as long as I have left the door to the bathroom open a little, she will come in and sit between the shower curtain and liner while I shower. I cannot resist poking and prodding her through the liner either. Her fat little belly makes a bump that screams out to me like the Pillsbury Dough Boy.
Every night as soon as everyone has gone to bed and all of the lights are off, she jumps up on our bed and curls up near my legs or in between them...which is exactly what Meepie used to do. If I'm cooking at the stove, she will get on one of the counter chairs and watch me. It's at just the right level where she can sit on the chair and see over the counter. When she hears me start the washing machine (she loves the water), she jumps up on the dryer and watches until the lid closes.
So that sounds all sweet and everything, I know, but now comes the irrational, moody, psycho adolescent part...from out of nowhere she will pounce on me, attack, bite, strike, whatever you want to call it. I can be petting her for crying out loud, she'll start purring and suddenly strike at me like a venomous snake. It's ridiculous.
I cannot walk around or near our bed without being attacked at the ankles. She 'hides' under the bed (i.e. about one-third of her body is out of plain sight) and grabs at our feet repeatedly. Going without socks is not an option. If she is feeling ignored by the humans, she makes her presence known by knocking something off onto the floor, dragging out socks, scratching on the door frame or furniture, and has even stretched out in front of our television to block our view.
This sweet kitty stalks or circles the area around her food dish and then drops single food pellets into her metal dish when it needs filled...making sure I notice she's hit the bottom. She hovers around when we're snacking on something, waiting for the right moment to sneak a bite and might possibly even bat something out of our hand.
It just dawned on me how very similar this behavior is when compared with our thirteen-year-old daughter. It's like she wants to be around us, yet she acts like she hates us, we're stupid, we're annoying, but she needs us, you know, the typical stuff. I suppose if she had fangs and claws, she might even strike.
My hope is that the ratio of cat-to-human years is in my favor and that very, very soon, this too shall pass. For now, please ignore the battle scars...
Josie wants to be near me most of the time. She may not want to be on my lap or touching any part of my body, but she will be within an arm's length. If I am knitting on the bed, she will curl up at the end of it. If I'm on the couch or in the chair knitting or watching television, she will sit a few feet away or on the back of the couch.
Every morning, she joins me as I shower. And no, she doesn't get in the shower with me, but 99% of the time, as long as I have left the door to the bathroom open a little, she will come in and sit between the shower curtain and liner while I shower. I cannot resist poking and prodding her through the liner either. Her fat little belly makes a bump that screams out to me like the Pillsbury Dough Boy.
Every night as soon as everyone has gone to bed and all of the lights are off, she jumps up on our bed and curls up near my legs or in between them...which is exactly what Meepie used to do. If I'm cooking at the stove, she will get on one of the counter chairs and watch me. It's at just the right level where she can sit on the chair and see over the counter. When she hears me start the washing machine (she loves the water), she jumps up on the dryer and watches until the lid closes.
So that sounds all sweet and everything, I know, but now comes the irrational, moody, psycho adolescent part...from out of nowhere she will pounce on me, attack, bite, strike, whatever you want to call it. I can be petting her for crying out loud, she'll start purring and suddenly strike at me like a venomous snake. It's ridiculous.
I cannot walk around or near our bed without being attacked at the ankles. She 'hides' under the bed (i.e. about one-third of her body is out of plain sight) and grabs at our feet repeatedly. Going without socks is not an option. If she is feeling ignored by the humans, she makes her presence known by knocking something off onto the floor, dragging out socks, scratching on the door frame or furniture, and has even stretched out in front of our television to block our view.
This sweet kitty stalks or circles the area around her food dish and then drops single food pellets into her metal dish when it needs filled...making sure I notice she's hit the bottom. She hovers around when we're snacking on something, waiting for the right moment to sneak a bite and might possibly even bat something out of our hand.
It just dawned on me how very similar this behavior is when compared with our thirteen-year-old daughter. It's like she wants to be around us, yet she acts like she hates us, we're stupid, we're annoying, but she needs us, you know, the typical stuff. I suppose if she had fangs and claws, she might even strike.
My hope is that the ratio of cat-to-human years is in my favor and that very, very soon, this too shall pass. For now, please ignore the battle scars...
Thursday, December 5, 2013
My Miracle Towel
A couple months ago, I started waking up with what I'll call a crooked neck. It was just slightly annoying at first, but over time became quite a problem. I visited my friendly chiropractor across the street and he loosened it up a little. As he was manipulating my neck, he was quizzing me on reasons my neck muscles might be in a tither...and then he asked the question that I was afraid to answer for fear of what he would say,
"What position do you sleep in at night?" Oh, phooey, here goes. "I'm a stomach sleeper."
Ahhh. I have always been a stomach sleeper, or for at least as long as I can remember, and I really like to sleep on my stomach. As a side note, Jaybird is what I would call a corpse sleeper - he looks like a corpse - on his back with his hands folded neatly on his stomach. SUPER CREEPY.
Back to my neck...the chiropractor described it to me like this, "What if you sat all day with your head turned to the left? After seven or eight hours, it would be sore and tight."
Makes sense, I suppose, but it didn't make me very happy. He gave me some neck exercises to do to help loosen it up and told me to try a couple different sleeping positions.
I tried the suggestions and it would help slightly, but before long, the neck pain first thing in the morning was simply unbearable. I am not a crier, but one morning, I think I actually did shed a tear. (I quickly realized that wasn't going to solve anything, I took some Aleve and got into a very hot shower.)
Usually, by mid-morning, my neck would loosen a bit and I could tolerate the tenderness for the rest of the day, but I just dreaded bedtime because I could not stand the thought of waking up with that silly neck pain.
A couple of weeks ago, I decided to do what we all do anymore when we have a question that we need an answer for...I googled it.
I put in something like, "morning neck pain," and could not believe how common this problem was. As I would click on a link and read, it was as if some of these people were describing my problematic neck pain.
The most popular solution: Roll up a bath towel and sleep with it under your neck. It didn't say that I would have to sleep on my back or my side with the towel under my neck, it simply said to put the towel under my neck.
Sweet Jesus, it worked. And I mean that. That towel trick is like a miracle to me. After only a night or two, the pain in my neck was gone. Well, Jay (the corpse) is still around, but... (Haha, I had to say that.)
Two nights ago about one a.m., I woke up in a panic. I could not locate my towel, which had been snugly in place when I went to bed. I searched in the dark and found that it had slithered up against the headboard. I was so afraid that because I had been without it, for however long, I would wake up with the pain. Thankfully, I didn't.
Every morning when I wake up, I put my miracle towel behind the pillow and make my bed. I'm sure they sell something similar to a rolled-up towel for this exact purpose, but I've been thinking...the rolled-up towel sure looks a lot like a skein of yarn, a very big skein of yarn, or a sleeve that could store a lot of yarn...
"What position do you sleep in at night?" Oh, phooey, here goes. "I'm a stomach sleeper."
Ahhh. I have always been a stomach sleeper, or for at least as long as I can remember, and I really like to sleep on my stomach. As a side note, Jaybird is what I would call a corpse sleeper - he looks like a corpse - on his back with his hands folded neatly on his stomach. SUPER CREEPY.
Back to my neck...the chiropractor described it to me like this, "What if you sat all day with your head turned to the left? After seven or eight hours, it would be sore and tight."
Makes sense, I suppose, but it didn't make me very happy. He gave me some neck exercises to do to help loosen it up and told me to try a couple different sleeping positions.
I tried the suggestions and it would help slightly, but before long, the neck pain first thing in the morning was simply unbearable. I am not a crier, but one morning, I think I actually did shed a tear. (I quickly realized that wasn't going to solve anything, I took some Aleve and got into a very hot shower.)
Usually, by mid-morning, my neck would loosen a bit and I could tolerate the tenderness for the rest of the day, but I just dreaded bedtime because I could not stand the thought of waking up with that silly neck pain.
A couple of weeks ago, I decided to do what we all do anymore when we have a question that we need an answer for...I googled it.
I put in something like, "morning neck pain," and could not believe how common this problem was. As I would click on a link and read, it was as if some of these people were describing my problematic neck pain.
The most popular solution: Roll up a bath towel and sleep with it under your neck. It didn't say that I would have to sleep on my back or my side with the towel under my neck, it simply said to put the towel under my neck.
Sweet Jesus, it worked. And I mean that. That towel trick is like a miracle to me. After only a night or two, the pain in my neck was gone. Well, Jay (the corpse) is still around, but... (Haha, I had to say that.)
Two nights ago about one a.m., I woke up in a panic. I could not locate my towel, which had been snugly in place when I went to bed. I searched in the dark and found that it had slithered up against the headboard. I was so afraid that because I had been without it, for however long, I would wake up with the pain. Thankfully, I didn't.
Every morning when I wake up, I put my miracle towel behind the pillow and make my bed. I'm sure they sell something similar to a rolled-up towel for this exact purpose, but I've been thinking...the rolled-up towel sure looks a lot like a skein of yarn, a very big skein of yarn, or a sleeve that could store a lot of yarn...
Tuesday, December 3, 2013
Darn Yarn
Can you tell I'm distracted by other things? I must admit, I have an addictive personality apparently. It's a darn good thing I've never been into drugs. I cannot control the knitting. I love it. I love to buy yarn. I buy yarn and think, okay, I don't need to even look at another skein of yarn until I have used up what I have...and then Joann Fabric's online calls my name, or the best store ever, The Yarn Studio, in our neighboring town, has their 20% off sale.
Jay commented last week that if the delivery people knew they were delivering a box of yarn to my doorstep, they would be mad. I say no, they wouldn't, it's job security. And furthermore, they deliver pig semen to our house...I can't imagine that yarn is worse.
How much stuff can one person knit? Lots of things! In a 24-hour period this past weekend, I completed three pretty cool hats. THREE. And I did other things. It wasn't like I just sat down and did nothing but knit...but I completed three hats.
I have stacks and stacks of yarn and books and patterns. The internet is so awesome, I can print off all the free patterns I want. There is no limit...except that the binder I started is about to bust. I'm going to have to go for the two or three-inch thick binder. The little one will hardly hold my tab labeled "Hats."
I would like to try some new harder stuff soon, but feel like a lesson with the knitting guru is in order before I begin that. I tried to make a fingerless glove...and I got the fingerless part right...but had no hole for the thumb. Hmm.
Jay has told me that I mustn't knit things for people without them asking because not everyone wants a wardrobe full of knitted wonders...so if anyone is desirous of a hat, scarf, cowl, infinity scarf, etc...let me know what you would like!
Jay commented last week that if the delivery people knew they were delivering a box of yarn to my doorstep, they would be mad. I say no, they wouldn't, it's job security. And furthermore, they deliver pig semen to our house...I can't imagine that yarn is worse.
How much stuff can one person knit? Lots of things! In a 24-hour period this past weekend, I completed three pretty cool hats. THREE. And I did other things. It wasn't like I just sat down and did nothing but knit...but I completed three hats.
I have stacks and stacks of yarn and books and patterns. The internet is so awesome, I can print off all the free patterns I want. There is no limit...except that the binder I started is about to bust. I'm going to have to go for the two or three-inch thick binder. The little one will hardly hold my tab labeled "Hats."
I would like to try some new harder stuff soon, but feel like a lesson with the knitting guru is in order before I begin that. I tried to make a fingerless glove...and I got the fingerless part right...but had no hole for the thumb. Hmm.
Jay has told me that I mustn't knit things for people without them asking because not everyone wants a wardrobe full of knitted wonders...so if anyone is desirous of a hat, scarf, cowl, infinity scarf, etc...let me know what you would like!
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