I was going through all my knitting and crocheting stuff, organizing yarns, debating over unfinished projects (what to keep, what to scrap), and piling all my knitting needles and crochet hooks together (since they were in various knitting bags) when I realized that I had quite a few and that they could use some organizing.

After doing a bit of searching online, I came across this post, and the knitting needle case she had made seemed like exactly what I needed, with smaller pockets for the straight needles, and slightly wider pockets for the circular needles and packs of double pointed needles that I have.

Pulled out all my scrap fabric yesterday afternoon, and a couple hours later, voila! A very handy little roll-up case that houses all my knitting needles (and has room for more!). And it’s so fashionably cute, to boot! (If you want to see what it looks like rolled up, click here.)

A little while ago, I was doing something at the kitchen counter, and Edie began sticking little hair clippies into my hair. At first I wasn’t really paying attention, but then it occurred to me that I was slowly becoming bedazzled, so I sat down and gave her my full attention.

As she patiently clipped all these lovelies into my hair, she kept saying things like, “You look gorgeous!” and “A girl can never have too many accessories!” (She is greatly influenced by Fancy Nancy, I’m afraid.)

Finally, while clipping in the coup de grace, the final remaining hair clip, she said, quite seriously so that I began to laugh, “Have you ever BEEN this beautiful?”

And this is the unveiling of my daughter’s future career as a stylist. Lauren, the competition is arriving.

I love this girl. And I love this hairdo. I might have to keep it in for the rest of the day.

Remember the post I did a few weeks ago about the Art Masters program at Owen’s school? I hadn’t been able to post a picture of Owen’s last Art Masters creation, his version of a Picasso, because he hadn’t brought it home from class yet. Of course, this past week being the last week of school, Owen came home with boatloads of materials from class, including this final masterpiece. My scan is not so great, creating shadows where the paper is slightly bent, but you can get the idea — remember that he drew the image UPSIDE DOWN, then turned it right-side-up to shade it with chalk. I love it. Voila!

Owen made the sweetest drawings that he told me were “for the baby,” so I traced them onto muslin and embroidered them into little square panels, then turned them all into a quilt.

I love how it turned out, and he is so proud to be a part of such a special project.

Owen’s kindergarten class did an end-of-year program last week for the parents, and their grand finale was so cute that the principal asked the kinders if they would repeat the finale performance for the entire school at today’s end-of-year flag ceremony.

This video quality isn’t the best, since I had to compress it so much for web, and in order to get the entire group of kids in the shot, it’s zoomed out pretty far, but you can get an idea of how cute this production was.

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Every now and then Edie will come into our bed in the wee hours of the morning, dragging her blankie behind her, and climb up next to us and fall back asleep. This happened this morning, in fact, and I never even felt her come in, but when I awoke sometime later there she was, snoozing next to me with little soft baby snores.

I got up and was puttering around in the bedroom for a bit when I saw her begin to roll over and stretch, making little grunting noises that indicated that she was waking up. I walked over to her and gave her a kiss on her sweet cheek.

“Good morning, mama,” she said groggily, blinking her eyes for a minute or two. Then: “How did I get in here?”

“Well,” I said, “you came in here some time ago, but I’m not sure when. And you must have fallen back asleep.”

“Huh,” she said, looking puzzled, clearly not remembering her sleepy trek across the hall from her own room. Then she smiled up at me, dimple in her left cheek, and said, “Maybe butterflies carried me in here!”

Butterflies, indeed.