Sunday is for F-U-N

First of all, a shot of my backyard, April 15, 2007. No explanation necessary:



Too much of this being cooped up indoors makes the boys a little crazy. Lots of potentially disastrous light saber action,



and laughing, seemingly at nothing, for long stretches of time. (Often until someone begins choking on something.) Or singing the same song over and over until someone (me) gets annoyed. Today it's been the White Stripes' "We're Going to Be Friends."

Boys. I just don't get 'em.

And now for some hard-core knitting. I made it through the miserable weather and luckily for me two other hardy and fun-lovin' knitting buds showed up at SnB. Aye mateys, we are made from good tough knittin' stock we are. My output, all 344 stitches (wide) of it:



Yes, that's the same poor alpaca that was frogged, then reknit, as the VK wrap. I frogged it again. Gorgeous, gorgeous wrap, but I finally had to admit that the pattern was boring me to tears. Goodbye VK, hello Aran Fields. We'll see how this one goes.

Here's the beginning of a swatch for the crocheted T in Cotton Fleece. It has to be in this yarn, I've decided. Love. It.



So, I've started a few new projects and put Prudence on the back burner. I'm too burned out on the V-neck issue to make a good choice right now, so into the closet it goes.

Me: It's not you, Prudence, it's me. I can't handle our problems right now. I just need a little space.
Prudence:
Me: Stop looking at me like that!

It feels good to be knitting again. Crochet is a fun side trip every once in a while but there's nothing quite like the rhythm of knitting. Or the rhythm of the music my kids' endless singing has left in my head:

"And when I wake tomorrow I'll bet
that you and I will walk together again.
Cause I can tell that we're going to be friends."