I heard "Feelin' Groovy" on the radio this morning and wonder if anyone in the world can listen to this song and not feel just a little better than they did before. It's all groovy today, man.
Groovy Thing 1: I did not need to turn on my headlights on the way home last night and I had to wear my sunglasses!
Groovy Thing 2: Though the temperature plunged this week, the sun has been shining and it's definitely getting stronger. Spring -- and the anticipation of spring -- is very groovy.
Groovy Thing 3: Did you see it? Kt left a comment on m'blog! She reads my junk often and I'd recently mentioned that she should leave a comment, just a little "Hi" would make my day. Whoa, good one, Kate; I might have to have a plaque made.
Groovy Thing 4: I found and posted (at left) a button for that sweet Miss Dashwood last night. And I don't even mind that some people might blame me because she's butted her cute little self in front of all the other WIPs in their basket!
Not a Groovy Thing: I nabbed that button off of someone's blog (saved it to my own computer, I know the rules) -- where, oh, where can those buttons be found? Like, where do they come from?
Groovy Thing 5: The front & back of St. Brigid have been completely blocked; I unpinned them yesterday and YOWZA! The saddles are finished and sleeves await blocking. The collar has been started. Woohoo. I was kind of expecting the sweater pieces to spring back a bit to their pre-blocked state, but they hardly moved when I took out the pins. I'm going to like this fabric -- not heavy or stiff, and very soft.
Groovy Thing 6: Someone landed here by searching for "pugs in springtime pics" and that, too, just makes me smile; conjures an image of Poe prancing among the daffodils. Maybe Poe's mommy will be able to make that image a real one. Hmmm?
Groovy Thing 7 (tentative): Possibly the grooviest thing of all is that there's a very real chance for an FO this weekend. No promises, but Monday could be a very big day.
I love blogging. My head's been swirling with various threads and incomplete thoughts and ideas that I did not even touch on in yesterday's post and other things that happened during the week, sparking completely different threads/thoughts/ideas -- and, really, I know I could tie them all together if I tried. It's kind of a jumbled flood. I am happy for a place where I can write stuff down. It satisfies the frustrated writer -- the one who doesn't know what to write about. "Write about what you know." Well, no matter my level of skill, I know how to knit and it's a knitting blog, so there's a little knit-related drivel; and no matter my level of skill, I've been a mother for 20 years -- it's a big part of who I am -- and that subject works its way in. A little bit. Now and then.
I am what I am; it is what it is; que sera, sera. What I write is not just for me, though; it is read by others, and I worry about sounding sanctimonious or even preachy -- I think I can sound that way sometimes -- and I don't think I've ever poured it out about something quite like I did here yesterday. I'm the eldest of five; for a long time, I've been used to being asked for and dispensing advice. My mother asks me for advice. It's nature and nurture and circumstance and passion and love -- and sharing my experience and what I know. Not right. Not wrong. (Though perhaps a strong opinion.) Maybe someone will find a useful nugget. I can't help but wonder how my mothering would be different if I'd given birth to Kevin, Andrew and Michael... And would I be a minivan-driving soccer mom if that's how my kids' interests had guided me? You betcha. U-Rah-Rah!
Anyway, thank goodness the weekend (and an opportunity for the brain to clear) is upon us. Have a groovy one!