The beaded bracelet will soon be traveling to "Candlepick" in San Jose. I can only tell you how hard it was not to type "will be asking if I know the way to San Jose." Apparently, I couldn't resist. Thanks to all for entering. I *heart* comments.
Katie Granju, who is a little bit pregnant, was kind enough to list this here blog as one of her faves. A big thanks (and a congrats!) to her as well.
Since she listed this as a parenting blog, a weird parenting-related story:
For the last few nights, I've been having dreams about my firstborn. In awake life, Maddy and I have been going through one of those periods where we keep irritating each other. She's too clingy, in my opinion. I'm too bossy, in her opinion. It's the old mother-daughter shuck-and-jive.
But in the dreams, from which I keep waking up in a heart-pounding panic, I've lost her. One night, I dropped her off at a day camp. When I went to pick her up, they couldn't find her yet seemed unconcerned by this. Oh, and in that dream-like way, the camp was surrounded by deep wells of water,* which would be perfect for a kid to drown in. Last night, I she wandered away from me at a yoga retreat. Again, I seemed to be the only one freaked out by this. In that dream, I did find her. She was covered from top-to-toe in paint, which she proceeded to get all over everything, which made my relief quickly turn to fist-clenching rage. So it goes.
On a non-parenting note, I'll be off to Western Mass. this weekend for the Knitter's Review Retreat. Not only will there be knitters and knitting, there will also also bisque and pie. Plus, there's a twitter feed and rumors of yarn swapping. Yes, you should be jealous.
*Let us not ask the obvious question, which is: why would any parent send a kid to a place surrounded by open wells? My subconscious will not be circumscribed by niceties like logic.