December...
Happy New Year from knit and pearl.
~b
I got back in my little sewing sweatshop today
but first it took a lot of straightening and putting away.
My box of felted sweaters was in the way so that was the first thing I tore into.
cabin socks
Did you ever wear a pair of these as a kid?
I shortened the leg cuff but it all worked into a great pair of slippers.
They will be perfect to put on after coming in from building a cold snowman.
~b
Angels from the ruins of an old barn
and Mr. b's woodshop.
~b
Today I wish I could be a kid again
and excited about the fact the Christmas is almost here.
If it just didn't come so soon every year.
I want another month...but for me when it's over it's over.
Time to move on.
Mr. b's newest paint-by-number might just be my favorite...
well until the next one that is.
~b
Mr. b was talking to our son a couple of weeks ago
when he asked his dad if he had a wood lathe.
This was his first project with it using a piece of wood
out of his bits and pieces pile.
I turned all three pieces into santas.
He's out in his woodshop today again so stay tuned.
~b
I go to Michaels when I need crafts for the granddaughters.
Their prices are always reasonable with a discount on top of that.
These pictures were on a stretched canvas
with paints, paint brushes and paint tray included.
They enjoyed painting and I loved sitting there visiting with them.
(I wish I would have bought one for myself.)
~b
These sweater socks are fairly easy and fast
to make from a ruined sweater.
And who hasn't accidently put a wool sweater in the washer and dryer?
So go ahead and wash that sweater...
I dare you!
~b
Today we are trying to find our routine
as we take care of two of our granddaughters in the city.
It provides us with a little break from home
and we have a lot of fun remembering what it was like to be 12.
~b
Today I am feeling festive and doing a little Christmas decorating.
I usually end up doing this up to the day of Christmas.
I love my tree this year.
It is woodsy in a shiney sort of way.
Mr. b cut out the barnwood stars for me.
~b is for bells of Christmas