November 1st

This is it folks, yep we made it, Halloween is a thing of the past it is officially 100% verified, it is the Holiday Season! Soon we will be watching Charlie Brown Christmas and the Grinch and cooking turkeys and arguing over whether to have cranberries from a can (yuck) or the real burst of flavour in your mouth real thing (yum) and I can't wait. Christmas music on the radio, Ralphy on TV, pine needles on the floor, school projects with glitter and glue, and well everything. There is nothing about the holidays I don't like.

We have had a busy time of it lately, we went on a sock buying trip, we keep our home at a cool 66 degrees in the winter so we have lots of slippers and fuzzy socks around.

 We also made the painful switch from sleeping in t shirts and shorts to fuzzy fleecy head to toe coverage jammies.

Art on the back deck is a hard loss to deal with when the weather turns cold, but art on the living room floor is OK but only if the quilt is include. So specific these kids are!

A lot of yarning has been going on in the house, yarning is what Iain calls crocheting, hats seem to be flying off my hooks and out to the post office. I actually sent 3 hats to Oklahoma in the last week! That's the furthest I have mailed something I've made. Though admittedly I have found it a bit difficult to a lot my time in proportionate bits. It is sometimes hard to split between orders, house work, laundry (my nemesis) cooking, baking, and the art program at Finnley's school.  However I think I may finally be getting the hang of it, I hope...

So, I know this is an odd picture-maybe, but it is a picture of a quilt, that i have recently realized is about 15 years old, yes 15 years! When I was a teenager I had a friend whose grandma made quilts and between tons of sleepovers I ended up with custody of 2 of said quilts. I am starting to realize that I will probably have them till I die. What brought this on you ask, well Iain was laying in this particular quilt and rolling about on the floor as boys are want to do, when I heard it, the sound of a seam tear. Though happy to report that 10 minutes with the sewing machine has it functional again. It has been patched and re patched, and sewn and re sewn so many times I can't remember. Though I will keep it forever because when I'm curled up in it, it's a slumber party, it's snowing, and I'm 16, all over again.