On Beginnings

Ok. I did it. I am officially a blogger.

My main goal is to have a place to share knitting, but I'm sure I'll blather on about ridiculous things my kids say, pictures of camping trips this summer, my friends, and shoes. Yes, shoes. Because, people, shoes are what holds this place together. It was, in all probability, the most depressing day of my life when I proudly came home with a new pair of shoes (from Gymboree, no less) for my 6 year old and she exclaims "Mom. Please. No more shoes. I don't have anymore room in my shoe holder."

uhhhhhh

huh?

WTF?

No more shoes? Are you my daughter? No more room? Well, that's just wrong. We'll build another shelf. Here, use your brother's. Use mine. For the love of God, never, EVER utter those words again. Cuz, baby, there's ALWAYS room for shoes. And, she just laughs. LAUGHS.

In conclusion, this post has little to do with beginnings, knitting, or much of anything with substance. You can expect this. A lot. I'm neither the most profound or the funniest blogger on earth. I usually have both kids talking to me at the same time, and the phone is ringing and the cat is throwing up her latest meal....on my latest knitting project.

I leave you with shoes....

These shoes are a bit on the trashy side, maybe a little too ummm....polka dotted? Do you see Pamela Anderson in these? But I love them. Hot pink satin, 4 inch heels and wrap around ankle straps. Probably not a Sex and the City top pick. Not something SJP would slip on to go to a cooooooool NYC bar. But me? I'm all about the tacky.