Sunday, March 15, 2009
Wow, I've dropped the ball on so much stuff lately -- life has been crazy! Renovations, upcoming vacation, not really having a comfortable home... my life on the internets has ground to a halt. But, I finally finished Henry's book... just in time for his birthday.
Sorry for the crap photos, but this is Bite This Book from Kat Coyle's Boho Baby Knits. I started this project in June. The fact that I didn't finish it until last week says something. This book is really cute and pretty much a great idea, but I hated knitting it. I hated all the colourwork. I hate that it doesn't really look like I wanted it too. I hate that I cheaped out and just used colours I had lying around rather than using colours that actually worked together. I'm just not really in love with it.
Not that any of that really matters. Henry likes it just fine, and I did learn a few things making it. And I really like the moon page. That's my fave.
Friday, March 13, 2009
My tiny little man is a baby no more: today little Henry is celebrating his first birthday. What a crazy year it's been -- this guy is so different from his big sister, in some ways much easier, in others just as challenging. He's got so much personality, and so much drive -- already walking and beginning to talk. But, when I look into those big big baby browns I could not be happier. Love you, Henny, Hanky, H-ey, Mr. H. Pickles.
Tuesday, March 03, 2009
So, this is the last you, or anyone else, will see of my kitchen. Tomorrow, what you see here will be ripped out and we will begin a long (long, long, long) journey to a brand new, fully equipped, kitchen. I don't mind telling you that I'm totally freaked out.
Here's how it started: basically, we hate our current kitchen. This picture doesn't really do it's ug factor justice -- the cupboards are dark, greasy wood that just won't come clean. We thought about taking the doors off and refinishing them, but the handles are in the middle, in the centre of a big piece of built-up wood. Plus, the insides are in terrible shape, giving us slivers when we reach for a glass.
There are other problems too: the stove is on a corner, thus dangerous for little people running around. Also, neither of us have ever had a dishwasher in our adult lives. Since there's not really a spot for a dishwasher in our current kitchen (which is large enough, but makes bad use of space), the only option really was to gut it and start fresh. So, that's what we're doing.
Crazy? Yes. Expensive? Um, I'm not going to go there. But in a month in a half or so, hopefully I'll have pictures of food happily being prepared on my new apple-green counters.