I've just returned from a lovely outing with the Carpoolqueen and her Trio.
We spent several hours swimming, dining on pizza, and doing our best to catch up after her whirlwind trip to the wild west and back.
Due to the unspoken bloggers courtesy regarding photos in bathing suits, there won't be any poolside pictures. You can take my word for it, we had a blast.
What I love about being at the pool all morning is that when I bring my kids home they go into auto-pilot. Without prompting they each find a shower and when they are warm and clean, they'll find prospective corners of the house to be quiet.
That is the wonderful part about this stage in parenting, you don't have to worry (as much) about the quiet times...you can actually enjoy them.
All this quiet has led me to some pondering...
Currently, my dilemma is wether or not to make the long drive to Chapel Hill this afternoon to purchase yarn.
I started an afghan on a whim this weekend, without pattern or plan, and it turns out the three little balls of yarn I had on hand are not enough. Since the posting of this picture the blanket is now about 20x20 inches, so I'm committed...and out of brown yarn.
I could wait to go to the store until I have other things I need at that end of town, but my crochet-driven impulse may win out.
Does this ever happen to you? Do you ever get fixated, out of the blue, in a fit of creativity, on one thing even when there may be 10 other projects you could tend to?
My husband recently said in a I'm-saying-this-as-a-joke-but-it-smacks-of-reality kind of way, "Kellie, you're so compulsive." Which is a nice way of saying, you get your mind set on something and you can't leave it alone.
I beg to differ.
I call it passionate dedication.
There is just something comforting about the compulsiveness repetitiveness of double-crochet, double-crochet, double-crochet, single-chain, single-chain, double-crochet, double-crochet, double-crochet, single-chain, single-chain, over, and over, and over again.
The process is comforting. It takes almost no effort, and magically that little repetitive motion turns a bit of yarn into a pattern...
A comforting, warm, colorful, pattern of passionate dedication.
Craft store....here I come.
