Gray

I'm so attracted to the color gray right now. I've knit my first hat, in charcoal wool...it's yummy. I made one in my size, and one in the baby's. I feel like tearing down the new curtains and replacing them with gray linen ones. What's going on?

Only a week to go!

I can't believe he's almost here! I've been running around (SO nesting); going through drawers and pulling out all the old stuff, tossing it into bags for the Goodwill.
It's amazing to me - the amount of stashing and caching that I'm capable of. Why, oh why, do I keep candle stubs? So, again I'm feeling the need for a clean start.
Maybe it's this time of year too. Something about what the French call La rentree. The re-entry. New school shoes, new pencils, a fresh perspective on the future year, and new chance to reinvent yourself, your wardrobe.
There's something a little counter-natural about it however. At a time when nature is closing down shop (at this latitude); and things are dying....I'm looking forward to new beginnings and challenges. Only fitting this baby is due on the 31st, right on the threshold of a new season.
So, I continue to clear the cobwebs from the corners of the house. I'm pretty ruthless when it comes to getting rid of things. Doesn't often turn into regret, either. Maybe only once or twice I've donated or tossed out something I wish I hadn't. But, I'll say this...I AM plenty superstitious about throwing out certain things. Gifts or notes from elderly people, or people I haven't seen or thought about in a while....feels condemning!

So cuddly

They can be so sweet when they're sick. The little man is curled up next to me, with a temperature of 101. I even broke down and slept next to him at naptime. Such a bad habit, and one I'm sure I'll pay for later. We had a pretty good day...well, he slept a 3 hour nap, so I had some time to sift through all my paper clippings..and cull them out for recycling. I have to get a grip on my paper habit before the next baby arrives. Why do I even buy magazines?

A room of her own

Sometimes, you just have to have your own space. A little room to scream into a pillow, if that's what you need; or to dance happily. Maybe that's what this will be. Today I build my nest, my room....
I'm expecting the second little bird on August 31st. Feeling a little emotionally sensitive right now, tired, wired and anxious. So much left to do, and yet, I can't motivate to do any of it....except write about it! Sheesh!