Gabli Musing on Crochet


The battle of color vs neutrals continues at home. I may have a split personality color disorder. I desire spa colors, tranquility, calm and clean neutrals. I get color, bright, cheerful and at times overwhelming. On my recent birthday I got quite a dose of color. I took the day off to relax…yeah right! Why Gabli do you say you take your birthday off as a mental health day and all you do is stay home, clean and organize? Tsk tsk tsk… no play time. Gabli, you must learn to practice what you preach.
The husbter always gives me flowers and balloons for my birthday. I appreciate the flowers. The balloons are toys for the kids. On the same day hubby came home with this colorful balloon, I, after working nearly 2 hours in the mess room (organizing one giant mess that was once was organized), decided to go out for my birthday and buy me something nice. I have been wanting rain boots for the longest. My garden boots can double up as rain boots but are an ugly green and very very very dirty. Hence my new cheap pair of boots:
I guess the hubby n' I both thought I needed some colored dots in my life. They are wild and I do like that. But, mainly I like how cheap they were.

A bit more wild is the great planter the boss got me. Perfect for my whimsical garden. It may not go with my unplanned  Alice in Wonderland garden theme, but I can sit it at the front entry for a smile. I wonder if that mailcarrier appreciates the planters under the mailbox…Now what to put in it? Daisies? Violas? 

The garden bug has bit me again and the weather is not cooperating. One day its nearly 60 degrees here and the other is 32 with a windshield. Meanwhile, a lovely pal got me 3 of these darling planters that she painted with chalkboard paint for me. She even got me the soil. She rocks! I was suppossed to plant these on my mental health birthday day off….but alas the mess room won. And they are a colorful threesome too! Nothing neutral- just colorful.


I did manage to play with some yarn and finish A's giant granny square blanket towards the end of my birthday. I listened intently as A told me how many roles of each color she wanted. Out of the blue she would interrupt and tell me that she wanted me to change now to one role of green or three of purple. It ended with 3 final rows of bright pink- its pretty wild and she loves it.

G became jealous and so I have started one for him too.  This simple rythem of 3 dc, chain one is truly the best form of mental health care I have experienced in a long time. This one should be completed soon and I am off to start on a cross stitch project someone ordered from me. Gabli…. you take on way too many things at a time! Gabli remind yourself that crafting should be fun not work. Even when the project turn out less than perfect like the one below.
Note to self, use single crochet, don't crochet when your hands are not cooperating, don't crochet in a rush and use the correct hook size. In the end A loved it and that is all that matters. She does not see the silver of the can showing. She only sees a project mommy made for her. This is a great idea from Attic24. Perhaps one day this novice crocheter will make one as perfectly as Lucy does. For right now I am using this as a reminder that I must slow down and enjoy my mental health day yearly; That messes can wait and that anything mommy makes is perfect because its made with love. 

BABIES DON'T KEEP
Mother, oh Mother,
come shake out your cloth,
empty the dustpan,
poison the moth,
hang out the washing
and butter the bread,
sew on a button and make up a bed.
Where is the mother whose house
is so shocking?
She's up in the nursery,
blissfully rocking.
Oh, I've grown shiftless as Little
Boy Blue (lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
(pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo).
The shopping's not done
and there's nothing for stew
and out in the yard there's a hullabaloo
but I'm playing Kanga and this is my Roo.
Look! Aren't her eyes the most wonderful hue?
(lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).
The cleaning and scrubbing
will wait till tomorrow,
for Children grow up,
as I've learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down, cobwebs.
Dust go to sleep.
I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep......
~Author Unknown ~

learning to slow down...Gabli