It Doesn't Have to be Hamlet
One of the reasons why I go through such blogging droughts is that while I always have a post or two or even three--even now--in my head, I often think I don't have enough to say. Then the peak moment passes, and their blogability expires.
I often get annoyed with pundits and social media mavens who decry the silliness of most of the content on the internet--mostly cat videos and memes (even better if there is cat meme). I don't mind, everything doesn't have to be Hamlet.
Suddenly I realize, neither does this blog.
By the way, have you seen cats trying to figure out a threadmill? Perhaps that's the real reason I don't blog is that a get caught up in the vortex that is cat videos on YouTube.
Anyway, relieved somewhat of presenting War and Peace, here's a little potpourri to sprinkle.
Sping has come to Charleston. Why not some flowers? The "vase" on the left is a bottle I snagged at a beer tasting. I'm not a beer drinker, but the bottle is too cool. The flowers are from Trader Joe's.
Baby Blanket Bingo
The baby blankets are nearly done. I'm glad I made the baby girl blanket larger, and while most people liked the way the yarn pooled on the first attempt on the baby boy, I'm feeling this much more.
Still Life: Brown Woman with Blue Hands
My Chelsea Market Hat is coming along quite well-- except for the yarn making my hands blue. It's some Potluck Worsted by Cherry Tree Hill Yarns. I love the colors, and the pattern has been stress free. Still the hat will need a good washing and a little vinegar to set the color.
Anyway, I won't need to wear it anytime soon.
A Refreshing Knit
About about this for some seasonal knitting?
It's Vodka Lemonade by BabyCocktails. It's top down, so there's little to no seaming; the lace panels add interest, and I'm a sucker for a sailor collar.
Note to people who get handmade babygifts from me. Please take a picture of your little bundle in my creation so I can post it and brag.
Doesn't my Little Sister hat fit perfectly on Baby Ayesis? So smooth that she didn't bother to wake up.
Shake It Up
One of the positives about passing the half century mark is that I can blame being totally off trend on my age. Once the cool kids were "so done" with the Harlem Shake videos was the time I started to watch them. Here's my favorite. It makes me smile every time.
And reminds me that there's nothing new under the sun.