Mittens

Today was a winner of a day. Woke up early, did some Blogging, went to a great Yoga class, visited the Theater, had some dinner, and took a fruitless bike ride in search of a man that I owe 93 cents to.

After my day wound down, I found myself sitting on the couch repeatedly checking my Facebook and Gmail accounts. At this moment I realized that this was a waste of my time and I decided to bust out my knitting needles. I proceeded to make one entire mitten in about twenty minutes, they don't call me "lightening spice" for nothing. I just messing with you, I don't think that it is humanly possible to knit mittens in twenty minutes.

Here are some pictures:

I don't like making mittens because you feel a moment of satisfaction and joy that is too quickly eclipsed by the fact that you have to go through the same toil so that you can have a pair of mittens. 

If you are interested in creating something that looks like these mittens I suggest that you go to the site: knitty.com

Stay tuned for more updates, 

Leah (lightening spice)

Summer

It doesn't seem that long ago that the weather was warm enough to happily be outside, without layers of clothing on.

Secret Santa Gifts

Ah, the time for the Secret Santa gift is upon us. The idea of posting a "Secret" Santa gift online seems a little risky. But seeing as no one reads my blog, it probably doesn't matter...

Knitting Frenzy

Since the snow has arrived I've been knitting up a storm.

The Snow

Yesterday it snowed a little, today it snowed a lot. And there is more on the way, or so they say. The snow makes me think about home, and growing up. When I was little I was filled with the most intense joy as the first flakes fell. And then six months later the same joy returned when the snow began to melt. Now I find that the joy only comes once a year, and it's not when the snow falls. I remember being eight years old and jumping into the snow banks, void of inhibitions. I was free. I used to imagine that I was a snow flake. Light and fluffy, and very fragile. diving head first into the snow bank. Suddenly I am filled with a desire to embody my eight year old self and dive into the snow bank, but my inhibitions stop me. There are things that are appropriate for small children to do and there are things that appropriate for young ladies to do. Diving into a snow bank out of joy is not one of them. I need to think of a good reason. Maybe I will drop something into the snow, and then go in after it. Ah, maybe I will walk too close to someone and then pretend, when I fall into the snow bank, that they pushed me... I could always take a leaf out of my eight year old book and free myself from my inhibitions and jump in. Without a reason. Without a reason other then pure joy.