Not much crafting going on here these days. I seem to have an aversion to sharp objects (like knitting needles, scissors, and needle and thread) while carrying a certain boy around, which I am doing a wonderful lot of.
Instead I have been reading some lovely books, trying to stay on top of laundry and housework, watching olympics and the odd movie, and dreaming of spring.
This afternoon during Callum's nap, we have Harry Potter's Chamber of Secretsin the dvd player and I'm loving the herbology nurseries. Wonder what it would take to build one of those in the backyard. Sigh. I'm missing the garden.
The funny thing is that I love winter. That's why we got married outside last week. But with a tiny one to keep warm, it's difficult to get outside much, without lots of extra planning and tons of trepidation about his body temperature.
So here we sit, staving off cabin fever, bundled up in warm woolens, daydreaming of blossoms and fresh veggies.
Before I start this post, let me tell you that I love David very very much.
This is an important point to understand when I show you this next picture - David's Christmas Socks. Aren't they yummy? But they are size 15. Yep, size fif-teen. The only pair of socks on which I have used all the sock yarn from two balls. And they are still only just above his ankles.
Which is why I frequently had to remind myself how much I love David while I was knitting them. :)
They are knit from a lovely grey tweed sock yarn from Knit Picks. Every time we wash them, they get softer and flufflier and more lovely.
And every time they get washed and pulled out of the dryer, I want to knit myself a pair. Or three. Or ten. (I'm just going to nip down stairs and see if I have anymore in the stash!)
More importantly, I will undoubtedly knit another pair for David. Because I love him. (And maybe because of a little bit of yarn lust.)