Unbelievable cuteness in da hood
"Cakes are done, people are finished." That's my mother's voice going through my head, quoting some doctor that she used to work with, each and every time I think about thinking, saying or writing about something that's been... completed.
"The sweater is done."
"I am finished with the sweater."
The most Wonderful Wallaby, minus the pouch and with a hood this time. The gray and black are Mission Falls Cotton. The colors for the truck area are a Cascade cotton that I'll have to look up. The birthday sweater, just shy of a month overdue. Not bad.
The sweater was inaugurated and tested during 4th of July during fireworks!
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Sheesh. I didn't mean to be so dramatic yesterday. I'd been thinking all day about what to post. A couple of things have put me in a melancholy mood lately, and then some other things -- the whole general state of things... the world, our country, the economy -- started to drag me down a bit, and then pretty soon it was like every time I opened my mouth or had a thought it just kept getting darker and darker. One thing that started it was Maddy asking me for money for gas the other night. I knew I didn't have much cash in my wallet, and I was right. I had a $5.00 bill. It's just depressing. There have been plenty of good things happening -- stratospherically awesome goodness (when I allow myself to feel it and believe it and just let it be and NOT let it be overshadowed) -- but the evil thoughts were winning the battle yesterday. I couldn't stop myself.
I felt compelled to post, for some reason, and decided to just do it right then before it got any worse -- I don't know what made me think of Steve Winwood and Higher Love... it's just that there must be -- we must aspire to -- a higher love in everything we do, all that we touch, you know... rise above, light the night, be strong?