I truly love this time of year. The line between the bright blue sky and the trees changing colors crackles with the promise of chilly nights. Moments of watching the kids make leaf piles with their toy rakes, so they can roll around in them. Opening my car door on campus, and smelling the smoke from the wood-burning stoves. It’s chilly enough to wear sweaters (well, sweaters bulky enough to hide my figure flaws and enhance the good stuff 
) but still warm enough that jackets are optional.
Into this season I go, sanity fully cracked. The full-spectrum lightbulbs have been purchased and installed. My constant WIP has been brought out, inspected, and deemed unrepairable. As much as I hate to admit it, I have to frog all twenty inches of Ogre-sized afghan and start over. (Ogre-sized? Yeah, it’s 7 feet long.) Didn’t tell you that story? Okay, I’ll make it a relatively easy one:
one fully stocked craft basket + one curious 3 year-old + one distracted Mommy = one Ogre-sized afghan snipped into pieces.
I am having attention-span problems again. I have the “silver computer” sitting behind me, waiting patiently for re-assembly. There is laundry to be sorted/folded/put away. There is school-related reading that I could be doing. Research for a paper that’s absolutely unequivocably kicking my @$$ at the moment… ARGH!
In other news, I have decided that A is getting a Wacom tablet for Christmas. Her artwork has improved (though she doesn’t want me publishing it anymore) to the point where I know it’s not just “doodles” for her. Now, to figure out what to get the boys….
Frogging is SO frustrating. I have to admit that half of the time I frog something, I don’t even want to start it again. I haven’t made anything in a long time. In fact, it will be a year next month since I finished the ballet wrap for my daughter and that was my last project. Shameful.