A Scrappy Sock Season of Life

I'm in a scrappy sock season of life, both in my knitting and metaphorically.

I can't seem to accomplish more than bits and pieces here and there, no matter what the project is.

Amelia has started walking.

Yes, at ten months old.

(She took those first wobbly steps right around nine and a half months.  Yikes. I certainly wasn't ready.)

That has made things quite interesting around here, a baby being always on the move.

I'm lucky to read a blog post, let along a novel.   Meals are of the quick, thrown together variety (usually salad).  I'm lucky if I get to finish a sentence, let alone a th

But, you know what?

Scrappy socks are beautiful, too and I know that when the season of life comes where things around here are clam, quiet (quiet enough for a Cookie A sock maybe?)  I'll be missing these crazy, topsy, turvy, hands-full, scrappy sock days of my life.

PS - I know I owe you a podcast. We're working on it and hopefully next week we'll be sharing.