Yarnjeannie's Crochet Cache

I got a call from the kids to watch dear little Justin today. They have moved into a new home and needed to take the day cleaning out their old apartment. Would I mind watching Justin? Of course not! I watch him learning more and more each day. At one point, he picked up my car keys and tried to stick them in the keyhole in the front door! If he had been a bit taller, he might have reached it (not that they would have fit). He took his first couple of steps on March 5. He walked about 10 feet in the living room today, and I see him stepping more and more on his own without holding onto anything. I picked up yarn and hook again today while Justin was napping. I'm back to the lavender and white and coffee-stained round ripple. I'll work on that more tomorrow.

My brother and I had a very nice springtime weekend visiting with my sister and her husband in South Jersey. The weather was great. She is the most gracious hostess ever! She makes me feel welcome all the time. Her husband is a fantastic cook too! I am thankful for a family that cares about me and supports me through thick and thin. My brother, sister and I walked the beach to look for shells on Saturday morning. There was still a bit of a chill in the air an some hearty souls taking in the sun – not many. After walking the beach and the boardwalk, we went shopping for a while. I undid a lot of my “decluttering” at home by buying new little do-dads. Oh, well. Things at work have been keeping me tense and overwrought. I feel like something cast off to drift in the sea. I have no control – no, I guess I do. I can adjust to the change and go with it. It’s just so difficult when my head tells me something and every other particle of my being doesn’t want to cooperate. I just

After 3 huge snowstorms and another nor'easter bringing almost 4 inches of rain to our area, the sun is out, it's over 60 degrees out and the flowers are peeking above ground. I am working on a small piece of crochet work to get me back into the spirit of it. I decided a small dishcloth in spring colors would work. I'll post a photo (I know - I always promise that). It's just been so difficult lately. Changes in my life - ups and downs - I have to keep plugging away. I pray that those days will return. Days when I crochet for hours on end, browse through my pattern booklets to search for the next project - I'm trying, folks!

I woke this morning feeling a little lighter. It's sunny and warm and the birds are singing. I decided on a day of "beauty" - had my nails done and some waxing - in the G-rated way. At some point in every woman's life, she looks in the mirror and says "I've turned into my mother". The cruel joke that nature plays on us is that even farther down the road, that same woman will look into her mirror and say "When did I turn into my father?" The slightly hairy chin, the downy upper lip, the brows going astray - a little waxing will be needed now and then to counteract the werewolf look. Okay, it wasn't that bad. The nice smooth warm wax applied to the brow, the application of the linen and then that first shocking RIIIIIIPPPPPPP! My eyes must have nearly popped out of their sockets. It wasn't so bad after that. The nails look nice though. I got a full set, done in pink and white. My review at work went through, just as I was afraid

There are people out there who dream a lot and those who dream a little, those who remember their dreams the next day and those who never remember any of their dreams. The experts will tell us that those who remember their dreams are probably only remembering one or two of many dreams they may have experienced during the course of the night (or day). I remember dreams – usually one upon awakening. I’ve had frightening ones that made me wake up screaming, and recurring dreams that I apparently share with a lot of other folks. But lately my dreams seem to disturb me – not in a frightening or gory way. My dreams involve my work life and how I do not fit in. It may not be my current line of work that I’m dreaming about but I’ve dreamt of working other places and I’m not only unsatisfactory but I am a downright disappointment to all around me. And to me as well. I know I carry those feelings over to my current job. I’m about to get judged on the worst year I’ve had in the last 5 yea