Our garden has taken off like mad. I think the majority of the weeds are under control (thank goodness! Although, I’ve learned that I’m starting to enjoy weeding. Bizarre, I know). Picked green beans the other night and, had I not been drenched from sweat within a minute of being out there, I probably would’ve picked more. I spent some time searching for cucumbers and also got a few zucchini (one of those zucchini became our first loaves of zucchini bread for the year—YUM!). Our tomatoes are coming on strong—so excited! Cannot wait for a BLT with fresh home-grown tomatoes.
I have had a bit of an emotional breakdown realizing that everything is flying by. Last week I calculated out when I would be putting my two week’s notice in for work and realized it was sooner than I had thought—kind of terrifying.
Work on the house is almost complete (or at least complete enough for roommates to move in). We spent some time last week and installed flooring in the spare rooms. I must admit, it looks beautiful. Learned the hard way that there is an art to cutting and installing trim and, clearly, I do not possess the skills to do so without flaw (that’s what caulk is for!!). The walls are no longer God-awful purple in the one room and under-the-sea blue in the other—they’re a happy shade of “cream in my coffee” beige (I would love to have a job naming paint or crayon colors…). We put in ceiling fans, too (there were no lights in the bedrooms before we put those in—it was much-needed). I hope the roomies like their rooms.
We have appliances arriving at the house this afternoon—bought a new range hood/microwave for the house. I think it’ll be a good addition plus it will free up some counter space—the microwave I currently have… well… it takes a good five minutes to boil water.
I’ve been at a creative standstill. Spent some time spinning the other week—have a ton of single-ply yarn that I need to wash and do something with (probably ply it). Since my Grandmother has been in the hospital, I went to visit home this past weekend. My mother gave me a bag full of yarn that my Grandmother won’t use (it’s some of the baby soft yarn—Grandma says it’s “too slippery”). There’s a certain waffle pattern that my Grandma loves to use with all of her blankets—I’m in the process of starting to turn that bag of yarn into a Grandma blanket.
My mother also shipped me off with four blankets that my Grandma had made recently. Mom has told me that Grandma keeps crankin out blankets—she has several totes full of blankets that she’s made over the past year. I’ll never understand the rhyme or reason as to the color selection that Grandma has—perhaps it has to do with her eyesight going bad… maybe she just likes vibrant colors… who knows? The colors she uses are bright and often times don’t match… at all. That’s what makes them unique. The only blanket I have from her that has yarn that goes together is a scarlet and grey striped blanket that she made me. She made it specifically for me a few Christmases ago. Means the world to me because I know she does the same thing that I do when I crochet—In the event I’m making a project for someone, the entire time I’m working on it, I’m reflecting on memories of times spent with that person. There’s so much love wrapped up in a Grandma blanket.
People say you follow in the footsteps of your parents and grandparents—if that be the case, I’d be glad. Gardening and canning like my Grandma D and knitting and crocheting like my Grandma Ruth. Right now that sounds like bliss.
