Okay so maybe she's not all warm and fuzzy 24 hrs. a day, and I overlook the fact that she turns into a tazmanian devil when I try to give her allergy medicine or take her to the vet, but my little Betsey knows when you need her. During each of my three pregnancies she was always there, right when I turned around and anytime I sat she was ON my pregnant belly. They know, they just KNOW!
And I guess I'll forgive her for choosing the woodstove over me...I just lit it and she's in heaven.
I'm getting Easter in my head and will be previewing a little bunny purse I made soon, once my models get home and the wind dies down for pictures. In the meantime I'm envisioning a wistful little bunny, a bit solemn and dreamy. We'll see if the picture in my head matches what I can do with yarn. Here is it's beginnings on needles:
The creation of something new is a favorite time for me. The picture is in my head, but it also has a "feeling" attached to it. It's hard to explain, but more than the picture (because it's bound to change) I try to convey that feeling with my knitting. If I succeed, then every time I see what I've made I don't just see it I feel it too.
What's that? No, I'm not taking medication.