The Perched bird manifests grace and tranquility. She displays her beauty and her charms. She lights from the branch and ascends through the branches and blossoms then takes to the cerulean skies. Travel with her to see her artifacts. Share her odyssey.
This photo sparkles and squeals a thousand words of sweetness and cuteness. On this occasion I introduce to you a special munchkin whose name is Heidi. She is my niece Kirsten’s baby girl. Presently she parades a joyful demeanor. Oftentimes she is timid and shy, nevertheless her eyes bestow incredibly awareness. She is blessed with security and and has been gifted an impervious sanctuary replete with kith and kin. She thrives on fawning peeps and comfy-soft canoodles.
Shown here in a Fireworks Chapeau, made from a chunky German yarn called Gedifra: 50% Highland Alpaca/50% New Wool, in Lavender Pudding!
Short of DNA testing which would only produce the same results, I have come to the conclusion that I have discovered the truth. I authenticate that “It Girl # 2” is indeed Kirsten (and looking foxy I may add).
Signe and Kirsten are reverberating echo’s of one another but make no mistake, their uniqueness is undeniably ubiquitous. At present, they revel in motherhood and parenthood. I recall completely embracing this brimful, matriarchal wellspring. Veering, but not forsaking the sacred path of motherhood, the Hat seems to be the frosting on the cupcake for these gals. They, as I, adore a pretty chapeau, which is my fortuity. Serendipity presents again. Makin’ lemonade in the shade. Not all fun games though, some knitting is required.
Shown here Kirsten in her “Numero dos” Chapeau
Made from Debbie Bliss Como, 90 % Merino/10% Cashmere, Colour: Talc blue
Just putting it out there that there’s been a humdinger’ of a K1, YO, K2happening over here! Knitters spend a lot of time having love affairs with wool. The options are unremitting when surveying the myriad of kaleidoscopic yarns in the inner sanctum the Wool Shrine (aka your friendly neighborhood Wool Repository). “Feel me! Buy me! Try me!” So much wool, so little time. Well the day job chomps its way into prime time knitting hours however there’s always nightfall, which in Winter-peg is currently 5:13 p.m. This is when yarn binging generally occurs. These days I’m in ictus. In a transient state – as I am memorized by a Noro yarn and can’t stop myself from recklessly knitting up a little sumptin’ sumptin’ . I recently discovered the “fagot stitch”. No guff this is what it’s called and frankly, fagoting can rouse zeal in a knitter. There’s a beautiful rhythm to this stitch, primarily from the point of view of the continental knitter. I’m a speed daemon. I love it and quite frankly I’m hooked. I recommend a cupla’ mugs of Kick Ass Coffee to jolt you into high gear!