In my dreams

George Clooney wants to date me. He gave me his address to his apartment. Only problem was my conscious wasn't completely detached. I was still married. It didn't seem to be a problem for a George though.

This morning I told Jonathan that we have to create a list of famous people we're allowed to date should they ask. Remember that Friends episode?

If only we could live in a dream world, and not be married in it.

Fourth of july recap

This year's 4th was also the 3rd annual family fishing tournament out at "The Farm". It's the first time Jonathan and I were able to attend. Highlights include: making two cherry pies while my sister who taught me how to make pie looked on (student has now become the master), listening to my nephew LB giggle, arguing with my two-year-old niece Jamie about my camera (she wouldn't believe it was mine), watching my other two-year-old niece Jenna splash Jamie, and oh, watching the participating members do battle with their fishing rods in an effort to catch the most fish. Jonathan, true to form, snapped another rod. Uncle Bill beat them all, earning him the title of Fish Whisperer. And then there were some mercy perch points given to those who didn't catch any. Can't wait for next year's tournament!

Happy feet

Here's the baby booties I knitted (pattern from Debbie Bliss' Simply Baby). They're so cute and tiny. I knitted them with a bamboo blend yarn (NaturallyCaron.com) that was thready but had a soft sheen to it.

I plan on gifting them to Jonathan's former co-worker and his wife who is expecting their first child. I need to figure out how to adapt the pattern for my nephew who has big feet for a 5 month old.

A little late

but it's the thought that counts. My friend Emily from Darling Yoga gave birth at the end of April, and I still haven't given her a congratulations on your new bundle gift. I thought I would knit something. That takes time. I don't have time. So I decided enough was enough, I needed to get something for her little guy already. Knitted gifts would have to come later. Etsy to the rescue. I came across the most perfect onesie from babyb imprinted with my favorite chant: Lokah Samasta Sukhino Bhavantu (May all beings be happy and free). And it's organic. I think it's the perfect gift for my yogi and sustainable friends. Etsy is so great for unique gift needs.

It's the details that get me

I finished knitting the second baby booty. I had knitted the first one months ago, but knitting my niece's sweater consumed my knitting time,so I left it in my knitting-projects-to-complete pile. It felt great to get it out the way, even thought it took me most of yesterday to do. (I wonder if I'm not a fast knitter. Since I taught myself, and because I don't often knit in the company of other knitters, I really don't have a gauge. No pun intended.) I even stitched up one booty last night. I hate, hate, hate this part of knitting. When you're done knitting, you're not done. There are seams to sew and casted on ends to weave in. I wish there was a finishing class I could take to know that I'm making my projects look as best as they can when I'm done with them. It's those finishing touches that make all the difference.

Picture to come soon once I get the booty stitched and all the ends tucked in.

My inner ganster

Darling Yoga got a shipment of Spiritual Gangster wear, and I just had to have one of the shirts. This is Ganesha, Hindu God of Success.

Here's my dream job

As I experience job woes, I'm finding myself thinking more and more what I'd want to do or where I would want to end up at. One thing is for certain: I'd want to work for myself.

My dream would be this: I would open a store that melds all my loves together. Chai lattes. Check. Yoga. Check. Knitting. Check. Socializing. Check. I imagine a store that provides a place to experience community. A place where you look forward to going to, and, forgive me, where everyone knows your name. It would be a fun, funky shop where I could sell the things I love. Things that make you feel better about yourself, brings you inspiration, makes you a happier, nicer person, and a place where you look forward to going to. A place you could come everyday to get your daily dose of whatever you need. Whether it be a familiar face, an asana, a book, or a chai. Where you don't find near postal employees. Where everyone is happy (or if they aren't happy, we can make them happy).

This is my dream job. A store with a little soul. A little slice of heaven. Just what the world needs, eh?