What a week. No, really. We've now finally got moving dates, and moving in dates, and driving dates, and make out dates, and flaming dates, and dates with honey... no, wait, that's something different. As much as I'd like to be able to link the food thing to the moving thing, I can't make it work.

Next week will be equally insane for me, although I won't be able to do it near a computer. Here's hoping that there's something else to keep me busy. Like, say, working on the stuff for my show in March. So hugs to all the frazzled people today. Hugs to sick mamas and tired tots everywhere. I'm going to curl up in bed with pizza tonight and take some more sinus medication. My goal? To be able to breathe laying down tonight.

It's been quite a full holiday season. This morning my mom went home again to PA, and the three of us left here are settling back into a sort of uneasy truce before the Great Move of '07. The timeline for this is tightening up. We may be doing it as soon as this friday or as late as next week. I just want this done. ASAP. So that I can start settling in all happy and cozy in a nice house for the next four years.

ooh. I can just taste that. Being able to stay in a house that long. I'm already feeling spoiled by having been at this address so long.

We've finally got some words worked into the Toddler's vocab. "walk" is one of them. So is "me". She also seems to have grasped the concept of "no", as she loves shaking her head back and forth vigorously while laughing at me.

I love her to pieces. She's so happy that it hurts, but it's a good hurt for me. I like seeing it, and I like making her laugh. However I still hate the idea of moving. I really hate the deal of packing and unpacking and leasing and getting our application approved... I wish it were over already.

So to compensate for this I'm knitting more socks. And a baby blanket. And a grownup bedspread. And I'm designing a dress, which I may just go out and buy the yarn for this afternoon. Crafthappy? Possibly.

Ever start a project that turned into something with a life of it's own? I could blame this entirely on that I am reading knitting books and websites right now. I could attempt to blame it on my love of soft and sparkly and shiny and all the brilliant colors that yarn comes in. That would be just wrong... I started out to make a hooded towel, but then it acquired heathered grape-purple stripes, and the next step in my head is to pick up a border of cream and maybe a real thin edge of blue when it's all done.

And that's cool. So I'm knitting and lusting after fibers and dreaming of some lacey and cobweby creation of lace and fluffyness, silk yarn and mohair and smooth alpaca, with some teeny glass beads and a bit of gold sparkle. I'd hang it on the wall and call it art.