Its all true, the boogie girl is real, and you've found her. She knits, sews, spins, does pottery and writes it all down in this blog.
Tuesday, January 31, 2006
There's just something about snow that seems to be permission to screw off for the day and knit. I remember the feelings from childhood. It was the one time of year when we'd listen to the weather report. If we knew there was a chance of snow, the second my eyes would open, I'd run to a window. If I was lucky I'd see a ton of snow blanketing the ground. Then run to the radio to listen if school had been called off.
The all wonderful cry of....
Snow covered trees that just begged to have the snow shaken off them onto an unsuspecting brother's head. Piles of snow on the ground that needed tunnels and caves built into them. The plan was a super secret underground system where we could go anywhere. Or go no where and just pop up to smack someone with a snowball.
These days I don't usually get to take a snow day. Snow days just beg to be knitting days. I stuff my inner child down and plod on with my day of work. Work or no, it just seems more peaceful to wake up with the ground covered in white.