barefoot

I finished knitting this Pickles Plain Vest for The Beauty but I cannot stuff her cylindrical sausage-body into it, she is simply too big. Amy Karol wrote of dressing her dd as being akin to dressing a hotdog, she is right on, so funny are little girls and their bodies. Such an easy pattern, and perfect for knitting, say in the car, which is what I did on the trip to Hampshire and back, visiting family. Notes on my ravelry page about my adjustments for sizing up (but obviously not, ahem, enough of that going on).



She dresses herself sometimes, and discards many things along the way.





I'll pretend it's 'modern art'.





Not hard to guess which boy made this.



Sometimes when I drive I get a huge urge to pull over and stare at things. It's so nice when we are not in a rush and I can actually do so. I used to refrain thinking my kids would get bored by my meanderings on our way to places but I find they don't mind at all.





Spot my biggest boy, jumping from his friend's hay loft. They had been clearing it out and heaped out some 40 year old hay (still looking like fresh hay amazingly). Not sure if their goats were eating it though, they could tell the difference even if I couldn't



One is pregnant, I am so excited to follow the pregnancy and the birth and then the milking! (shhhhhh, I feel like I am in training, I'd LOVE some goats). Although hardly a real secret around here, my dh was over visiting a few weeks ago without me and purposefully neglected to tell me about the goat in kid because he knew my enthusiasm for goats would be renewed. Naughty man. But he certainly knows me :)



Having nanny visit us is So Good. Come back Nanny!



Up on the Bluff, walking barefoot, I really am a hippy. It is such a stark and rich landscape. I have been up twice in the last week, just to feel that spring of moss and dampness under my feet and see the bleached out yellow and burnished fern-y ness of everything. Some days this is enough for me to feel all filled up. Additionally this trip is rich in it's roadside pickings - fresh duck eggs! Such a treat.













I work in Alex's shop so I was interested to see the another face of his; the singer/songwriter. He has a great voice and manages to captures the audience - you feel on the edge of your chair, not wanting to miss the lyrics. I had to wipe a single tear away as I clapped after one song. I love the dark side of love which he sings of. This one and also this are my favourites I think. The loveliness too of being out, ALONE! With The Man, so lovely. I forget I am a proper grown up who can (with some jiggery-pokery) manage to do these things. Granted I had to lie down in PJ's with the Girl while she fell asleep and then tip-toe-trip around the bedroom trying to find something resembling 'going out' clothes to wear, but it was so worth it.