Looky here!

I've begun taking classes so chaos is once again reigning under this roof. Well, with three kids, it seems like it's always simmering happily in the background anyway. My mom once remarked that she thought I spent my life constantly "putting out fires". Sigh... Yes, it's probably true, but that's where crochet comes in.

It's such a wonderful meditative tool, and a bit of a metaphor too ( transforming chaos into order). When I start a new skein of yarn, I can never, and I mean never find that single strand of yarn in the middle of the skein that magically "starts" that free flow of yarny goodness from the center. How do they do that? Nope. I end up pulling out a semi-huge wad of yarn that I try and try to get going in the ahem, intended way. Well it just ends up a tangled mess and I fight the good fight. So you see? Order to chaos. And when you finally achieve that free flowing yarn bliss you can reach that elevated state of being where you can say "Yes, I am truly happy!" Us "yarn-gals" are very "deep".  And then, of course, at the end of a project you get to wave it around and proudly shout, "Woo Hoo - looky here what I did!"

Speaking of "Looky here..." I've been experimenting with yarn and coffee cans. My bright idea was to line these with linen and add a strap for hanging. I want to have a flap of linen lap over the edge on the outside so I can  embroider the names of my kids. It's my bright idea for organizing  bathroom doodads.  With a 4, 10  and 17-year-old, each with their own special set of doodads, the bathroom vanity can get very cluttered indeed. I'll never forget the day that my littlest one walked out of the bathroom with a disposable razor sticking out of her mouth like a lollipop stick. Blade side in the mouth, with the little plastic cover off, of course. Yes, we all need our own special doo-dad space!