Wednesday, April 27, 2011

April Day

I'm breathing Spring.

downdilly

I took this picture:

april girl

The rest were taken by...

daydreamer

My Daydreamer.

april sky

Easter Basket

My family decided...

basket-o-fur

...that instead of chocolate bunnies...

adventure in the air

...they wanted homeless kittehs.

curious

Wish granted.

Monday, April 11, 2011

Visitor: A Springtime Story

A sure sign...
ball


SPRING has come to this northern land.

Bunny's been waiting aaalll winter for a fresh nibble...
bunny



Visitor would like some, too.
 
together



Our Heroine has a better idea!  C'mon!
running



got milk?

Mmmmm....that's tasty.
bottle

what's not to love?


Wrap it all up with a Great Big Hug.


hug

SPRING has come to this northern land!

Tuesday, April 05, 2011

Grannies and Squares

I come from a long line, not just of crocheters, but of women who could and can work MIRRACLES with a crochet hook. These women, my Mom included, are Champion Crocheters, hooking everything from awful Red Heart slippers to breath-taking fine cotton lace. I could blather for hours about the feats I witnessed while playing near their armchairs.
squares

As it turns out, up to now, I've barely crocheted more than a simple chain, or maybe a bit of trim. My fiber time has been focused on knitting, spinning, sewing, and printing cloth.

grouped


But now, my genetics have bitten me firmly on the A-Double-Snakes. I have a sudden, uncontrollable urge to make granny squares. This is not just a blip, a momentary whim. This feeling runs deep, calling on my womanhood, my ancestral lineage. This craving is seducing me to take my place in line with my Mother, my Grandmothers, and countless women before them.

sorted

I will, I must, rise up, hoist my hook, and crochet.