Tradition!

July 6--What is a holiday tradition you have in your family?












Some "traditions" in our family change as the members mature. For example, who used to make the Thanksgiving pies? Why, me, of course. That is until Molly turned about 15, then she started making them all. And it's become a new tradition.

Here's Molly, meditating on pie baking. J/K

Some traditions branch out. For example, my husband and I started having St. Patrick's Day parties together before we were even married. They were so popular that we didn't even advertise. It was like, "Hey, it's March 17. Better head over to Murph's for the party." Now that Colin is on his own, he has become the new Murph.

Colin's a bit of a ham.

Kool-Aid and Baseball

The yarn dyeing party was so much fun on Saturday. Only a couple of women showed up, but that meant we had the kitchen to ourselves. We all chose to do stovetop dyeing. The first yarn to be dyed was some worsted weight wool using lemon-lime. It was a straightforward, single color dye job, and it came out looking very nice.

What Does Wine Have to do With Crochet?

I've just been reading Crazy Aunt Purl's blog, and I'm wondering how can I ever come close to being able to write like her. Witty. Thoughtful. Able to poke fun at herself. Sure, I can scarf down a bottle of Merlot, get lost in a ball of yarn, and go through lint rollers like they are free. I can even take pictures of my cat (and my dog, and my chickens) in zany, candid shots. But I only dream of being able to write---here's the best part---and get PAID for it!

To keep from embarrassing myself by pretending that I can write, I'm going to just jump right out here and show you a peek into my world through some photos I've collected. Most are bad photos, un-retouched by machine or human hands. There is no airbrushing away the flaws in my world. What would the world be without backlit faces and, "Oops, there's a dog hair on my scarf."

Lest you think I'm kidding about the Merlot, here is my mother and I last year at the annual Wine Festival in Bernalillo, New Mexico. Some say that we look alike, except that I've got about 4 inches on her.