Happy Thanksgiving

Unless you don't celebrate Thanksgiving, in which case Happy Thursday.  Now if you'll excuse me, family has descended upon my house, and for some reason we spent most of our day at Ikea.  Sleep is required.  XD

Turns out I'm bad at November.

The idea, I think, was to plan to get something done, then do it.  But things keep coming up.  Also, I am easily distracted.  Instead of working on my sweater design, I have finished my pair of mittens, sewn a dress for myself (it doesn't fit right), made up a crap ton of invoices, begun figuring out about selling hard copies of my patterns, (gasp, pant), and, FINALLY, started a swatch for my sweater.  Sort of.  I mean, it's only two rows long, and I haven't started any of the stitch patterns I need to test.  Also, my husband's family will be staying with us for Thanksgiving, so I have to get ready for that.

So, short version: November seems to be kicking my butt, rather than the other way around.  Boo.

I am flying to Texas in the morning!

So if you don't hear from me in the next week or so, I probably haven't died, I'm just up to my eyeballs in family reunion.  ;)  For any who may be wondering, I decided to bring a very basic star stitch scarf (crochet) and a sock (knit) to work on while in flight.  The TSA website insists I can have my knitting needles, and I made sure to only bring wood ones, so I should be safe.  But nervous.  The project on metal needles is in my checked luggage, and if it gets lost I am going to be PISSED.

...I'll have to let you know how all this goes.

My kids at the yarn store...

If I am allowed to say so myself, I have three fantastic little girls.  Case in point - taking them to a yarn store.

My oldest saved up her quarters to buy this ball of yarn.  She found it in the yarn store, begged and pleaded, and when mommy said she had to use her own money, she DID.  The girl appreciates yarn!  Then there's this one:

Have some YARN, Mommy!

 She is so quiet at the yarn store she goes nearly unnoticed as she carefully picks up the yarn, smells it, then puts it back.  Why does she smell it?  "It smells like YARN, Mommy!"  Her favorite?  Malabrigo Worsted.  Especially if it's orange.  The littlest miss isn't allowed to touch the yarn yet, because it always goes right into her mouth.

She clearly appreciates our efforts, though.  And hey, she only puts her FAVORITE things in her mouth, right?