Lifeline

I'm back without bug bites or a broken limb. Camping was a good time, but I still had to cut it short. Watching people play drinking games (yep, we still do) just isn't as much fun as one would imagine. It was still a fabulous time outdoors and indoors watching the game.

I headed home to work on some projects. I cranked out some more of the Tilted Duster. I'm convinced that the yarn has human hair spun into it. I'll be on a purl row & I catch myself thinking that it has some gray hairs twisted in the ply. Then I throw up a little in my mouth & remind myself that I'm delusional. Loose hair makes me sick. Don't even ask about wet hair in the tub. I'll throw up right here! I need to pick up Honeybee again if I want to use it for a November wedding. Pick-up Honeybee. Pick-up Honeybee.

I also made great progress on my very first hand bound quilt. With a little assistance from Denyse Schmidt's Quilts, I sewed the binding. After a couple different stitches, I figured out how to sort of hide to stitches. Ava & I were raised to hate hand-sewing. On Wednesday, I told our mother what my plan was & she just shook her head with disgust. I set myself some goals; finish one short side this weekend. Surprisingly, I got into the groove & made it half-way round the quilt. A little Mad Men marathon helped.

Today is bittersweet for me. I hate Back-to-School season! Hate it. I used to love the blank notebooks. Crisp folders with kitties & unicorns. Fresh bottles of glue. Pencil boxes begging for a little personalization. But now I cringe when I see the sale flyers. I know that my days are numbered. Ava goes back to school too! My lifeline is gone. I've got to figure out my problems all on my own. No one to call when I'm bored on the road. No one to say, "Can you believe that Mom said that?" Oh man, I'm going to cry right now so I'll move on to the sweet part of today.

This afternoon is our 20 week appointment. I can't wait to see the little bugger. Seeing the kid always helps get me into the mood; reminds me that I'm actually carrying a baby. He (please still be a He) started to really move during the last couple days. It's funny to feel the tiny movements again. I'm so used to the big kicks from the last trimester of a pregnancy. These tiny ones just feel like little taps that say, "I just want to introduce myself".

To everyone heading back to the books: No talking, stand in line, don't pass the note & be nice to everyone.
-Lola

p.s.

Here's a picture to give you some insight into the type of bar that we watch the game in each year. Sorry this picture is a little dark, but I think you can guess what's in the player's mouth.