We’re in that expansive time of year. Everything feels so big and wide open. The girls live outside, and I feel like going and doing, which is hugely different then how I normally feel (I am a major homebody).
I have put a lot of time into the above project this past week or so. Its the tea leaves cardigan, and its the first thing I’ve ever knitted for myself. I’m pretty excited about it. I have spent a lot of time contemplating – and still haven’t come to any conclusion – about whether I want it to have short sleeves or long. Either way, we have two camping trips planned for next month, and I hope to have it finished in time to wear in the cool summer evenings.
I purchased fabric a while back to make the girls summer skirts (using the lazy days pattern from Oliver + S), and the girls have faithfully reminded me from time to time of this promise. But for some reason I’ve lacked motivation to sit down to the sewing machine. Anyway, I finally started work on them last week, and so far each girl has two skirts. Its still like wading through molasses, though; I don’t want to sew. I only want to knit.
My garden is pretty filled with condescension and disgust for me at this point. At least, that is what I imagine every time I go out to it. Last week, Lily entered a phase of needing to be held every live long moment (teething, poor kiddo), and that combined with the oppressive heat and rain really put me off trying to keep a grip on what was in reality, already a very tenuous grasp on the weeds. Well last night, Lily started a new phase of taking two hour long naps at a stretch, and today during one such nap, I ran out to the garden to furiously pull weeds and frantically run my push mower down the garden aisles. But its no use. Anything I can accomplish at this point is going to be peanuts. The weeds have won.
Ah well. Next year I will be the victor over the weeds.