A long time gone.

After a long absence, with no excuse other than laziness, I have decided to pick up my blog pen and begin again. What has changed - not much really. Well slight exageration. I am now almost 7 months pregnant with number 4 with a very big belly to show for it.

A new hair style aquired last night, which I have to say I love very much. (Thank you to Ilse.)

And lots of knitting finished, half finished or waiting in my head to be made. Along with trousers for Charlie, baking for christmas, my sister and her pregnancy and how I would love to be sharing this special time with her, christmas presents for children, trips home to be planned ....

Now is it any wonder I have a head like a sieve. Thank goodness for lists!

A Poem I can relate to.

I am wearing a pair of shoes
They are ugly shoes uncomfortable shoes I hate my shoes
Each day I wear them, and each day I wish I had another pair.
Some days my shoes hurt so bad that I do not think I can take another step.
Yet, I continue to wear them
I get funny looks wearing these shoes
They are looks of sympathy I can tell in others eyes
that they are glad they are my shoes and not theirs
They never talk about my shoes
To learn how awful my shoes are might make them uncomfortable
To truly understand these shoes you must walk in them
But once you put them on, you can never take them off
I realize that I am not the only one who wears these shoes
There are many pairs in the world
Some woman are like me and ache daily as they walk in them
Some have learned how to walk in them so that they don't hurt quite so much
Some have worn the shoes so long that days will go
before they think about how much they hurt.
No woman deserves to wear these shoes
Yet, because of these shoes I am a stronger woman
These shoes have given me strength to face anything
They have made me who I am
I will forever walk in the shoes of a woman who has lost a child.
-Author Unknown -

I fall into the group of women who have learned to walk in my shoes so they don't hurt so much. I don't know if I will ever be a woman who will walk in these shoes so long I will forget for days at a time how much they hurt. At least once a day my mind wanders to my baby girl. What could have been... I never wish for one more hug, it would never be enough.

My baby girl Elly born asleep 3.09.05

Sickness and wantings.

Well all this last week my DH and I have been ill so I have set aside all work and rested. Mind you this does not mean that my crafting mind has rested. I have been planning in my head on how to beginning my new adventure, spinning.

I have my wheel, a second hand from a local thrift shop and I think it is a castle style with a single drive. I am now researching wools that are good for learning with and I have planned a special task for wonderful DH, a drum carder. Ideally I would love to buy a Louet but my funds dont strech that far.

I am very excited about starting but I am going to get everything together first before I do my usual thing of jumping in head first totally unprepared. I have great visions of my boys wearing my jumpers that I have spun and lovingly made, hopefully it wont be too far in the future!!