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.
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?
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,
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