OK, so you guessed it. Christmas hype and hoopla got to me. I have been commercialized, tainted and thoroughly ruined again this year. I tried to resist; but I am stressed-out, maxxed-out and guilt-ridden. Am I doing enough, have I baked enough, are there possibly more commitments I can try to squeeze into the already jam-packed holiday schedule???
Since there are NO GOOD answers to these time honored questions, I have retreated to the yarn bin and snuggled into the couch. I shall now begin to live in denial until next week sometime. I am making pasties. Yes, pasties. I thought that perhaps something absolutely silly would do the trick. It is. I know they will never be worn, but the shock value of this gag gift is making it all worthwhile. I might even share the pattern if they look hookerish enough. How exactly does one decide if pasties look hookerish enough? The devil is in the details. I figure that they must have the perfect tassels of course.
So, until you get to see the hookerish stuff, I thought I would share some afghan-wholesomeness-action this week while I retreat. To my pastie-making. Cuz that makes up for it. Somehow.
Here’s the Connie Rainbow Waves Aghan
My dear friend Connie taught me the pattern about 20 years ago and I can recall about 15 different runs at this one. I lose track around 1996 for awhile there. I was home with a baby for a couple of years. You know how that goes…can’t even remembered if I showered during that time…thank gawd my child survived cuz let’s face it, I was a train-wreck of a mom for the first couple of years. Don’t we all feel that way? Those take-everything-in-stride when you have 5 kids kind of women only exist on tv and in my nightmares…