My grandma and I have a psychic connection - or - Goals in progress

I'm not in the habit of making New Year's resolutions, but I do have some goals for the year.

Finish unfinished crochet projects, which includes frogging half completed projects that I have no intention of finishing.

De-clutter.

Repurpose.

That pretty much covers it. So I cleaned out the yarn stash and reduced it by about 25%. I donated all of that to Squallis Puppeteers (so their site isn't really up to date, but they're good folks.)
I cleaned out a couple of closets and donated that to a thrift shop. While there, I found 4 hanks of 100% virgin wool yarn with no price, so I asked the cashier for a price. She looked around and said, "tweny nine cent." I really feel like I stole this yarn.



The colors are more muted than they look here, since I never have a chance to photograph things in natural light. I guess I should add that to my list of goals for the year.

Photograph things in natural light.

In the spirit of finished things, I made and sold this scarf.



It's the first thing that I've ever sold, and it's encouraged me to scheme about possibly selling some things around town this fall. I'm still brainstorming on that one.

As far as psychic connections... I called my grandma a couple of weeks ago so I could spend the day there, and she said, "How did you know that I just made a batch of fried apples?!" (which are my favorite!) I called her again today to drop something off to her, and she said, "How did you know that I just made a pot of chili?!" Who knows what the next one will be. She's so awesome, my grandma is. I would not trade anything in the world for the time I lived with her or the relationship we have now. Add that one to the list too.

Spend more time with Grandma.

Operation Christmas Cookie

Mom and I spent the whole weekend making Christmas cookies. Three pounds of butter, 12 and half cups of flour, and lots of laughing later, we finished with pretty spectacular results!

Finally, He Arrives!

My new baby cousin, WT, is here! Finally! He's actually early, but with all the trouble my aunt had during pregnancy and the fact that we all found out she was pregnant when she was 6! weeks! along!, it has felt like she was pregnant with him for an eternity. The picture is blurry; he doesn't really look like a fuzzy baby. He's actually sort of red and wrinkly with a little dark fuzzy hair on his head. I told him that someone forgot to give him eyelashes, because he doesn't have them yet. Amazing his head isn't misshapen, as a lot of baby heads are. I know he probably looks like every other baby out there, but he's my cousin, dang it, and so he's special. I know his big sister is excited, and his mom is relieved.

On the subject of moms: I Love mine. She really is my best friend and at times we have been all we had. Mom often compares us to Rory and Lorelai in the Gilmore Girls. I always tell her she's crazy, but really she's right. We just know each other so well, how we'll react to certain things, and how to handle each other's psychotic spells. She gave me something once that says: A daughter is a little girl who grows up to be a friend. That's absolutely right.

No babies yet!

No, no, not my baby. I'm not having any babies. But my aunt is. He (the New Baby) really isn't due for a couple of weeks, but since she's had preeclampsia, the doctor induced labor early this morning. New Baby must not be ready, because at 3:30 this afternoon, Grandma called and said nothing was happening and they stopped and will try again tomorrow. I'm not sure how that works, to jump start labor and then stop it. My poor aunt. She's had such a rough pregnancy this time and is just ready for it to be over. New Baby, you'd better get here tomorrow, because you have some people here who are very anxious to meet you. We're ready, whether you are or not.