I haven’t had a chance to really breathe, much less pick up a hook or needle since I got back from Denver Sunday night. It’s been one thing after another with work, sending out resumes and job-sesarching, parenting, unpacking, paying bills, dealing with ex-husbands, trying not to freak out that there was a fire in my apartment complex (but not my building thankfully) while I was gone, getting back into the routine. Tonight we have a beach party for daycare and I just found out I’m supposed to bring dessert for thirty people. Good thing for the grocery store bakery or my head would be exploding right about now.

So I’m just drooling over all the great projects out there:  Mary’s sophisticated granny bag, Betsy’s Babette squares, Sinivillaa’s Bali Bag, Vera’s baby sweaters, Cara’s miters. I will pick up a project tonight if it kills me. If I have to wait til the kid’s in bed and scuba dive through the toy-cluttered mess that’s my living room to find the couch and ignore the dishes piling up in the kitchen sink and turn off the phone. There will be some kniting or crocheting tonight.