I’m linking this post because I remembered the cute picture of Liv and a little boy that is relevant to what I have to say today. Liv knit this (much bigger now) boy a hat for Christmas this year. We’re delivering it to his house Friday morning. They still fancy each other after all these years, and it’s still a very casual, matter-of-fact kind of thing. They like each other. They talk, they get on well, and while (at least on Liv’s side) it is a like-like thing, it’s still not a giggly, rollercoaster, ridiculously immature thing. I find it adorable.
He gave her chocolates for Christmas (he obviously knows her well). She asked if he’d like her to knit him a hat. He requested black.
While digging through the ghost of blog’s past for that particular post, I felt a pang of regret. My blog used to be so colorful, descriptive, interesting (to me at least) and right now it’s a bare bones shadow of the blog it used to be.
I know I’ve whined about this before, and you all are so kind and say the nicest things like, “get over yourself, just blog what you can and be content, we don’t care.” To which I respond,
“Yes, but I blog for ME. I like writing it all down and seeing it and having it to look back through.”
But honestly, I just don’t have the freaking time anymore! So while I’m not quitting, I don’t know when I’ll get it back to where I want it to be. And it makes me a little sad.
However this is, legitimately, the holidays. And while it never actually does, January and February should slow down. Maybe I can get it back.
I’m going to take a couple pictures. For old times’ sake . Here you go.
The finished hat-
Nate and the kids did the tree all by themselves this year, ’cause I was half dead with the flu when December hit. They did a very nice job, and aside from not fluffing the tree much at all (straight out of the box in the garage was good enough for them. Many of the branches are still pointed the wrong direction, but you really can’t tell), I have no complaints.