Thanks, Mom!

Last week was Teacher Appreciation Week. It was celebrated by our PTA with a week-long food fest. Each day we found new goodies in the Teachers' Room. I was lucky enough to find some goodies in my classroom, too.

One of my goodies made this goodie for me:




Cuteness! So cute that I'm not letting my blood pressure rise over the use of the wrong your. We've been working on the your/you're thing all year. Think we need a little more work on that, but hey . . . KNITTER is spelled correctly and that's what really matters.

I also found this ginormous cup & saucer planter. Love it! It was a gift from two of my boys whose mothers are best friends. They wrote on the other side, "Thanks for helping us grow." Adorable.


Yesterday, there was another goodie in the mailbox. It was a little gift to myself, but I'd forgotten that I'd ordered it. Here's the envelope:

A close-up of the stamp that made me chuckle:

And the treat I found inside:

I ordered this little guys from Holly's Designs on Etsy and was planning to use the beads as stitch markers. I might have to wear them as earrings for a while first.

And finally, I already broke my promise-to-self that I would finish my WIPs before I started something new. While I was reading blogs yesterday, I came across a free pattern that called out to me, the Sunkist Cardi, by Kirsten Kapur. It's a top-down raglan cardigan, knit all in one piece with chunky yarn and with very little finishing. Perfect first grown-up sweater.

I'm all excited. Because it's my first sweater-for-me, I was honest with myself about my commitment issues, so I didn't splurge on fancypants yarn. I went to Michaels and bought Bernat Softee Chunky for $1.99 a skein. An $8.00 sweater. Sounds about right!

If I'm successful with this one, I might treat myself to some fancypants yarn some day, but then again, I might just put some gas in my car. YaknowwhatImean?

Before I go, some thoughts on Mother's Day.

A conversation with my boy yesterday:

Him: What are you doing this weekend?

Me: Some shopping and laundry today. Tomorrow we're going to K&J's for Mother's Day and birthdays.

Him: When's Mother's Day?

Me: Um . . . tomorrow.

Him: Really?

Me: Really.

Him: They don't really talk about Mother's Day in high school.

Since I knew that my boy would not have a little gift or even a handmade card for me, I've let him off the hook by asking him to simply cut his fingernails. That's a gift to me.

Tomorrow, I'll probably be vacuuming fingernail clippings on the bathroom floor.

TO MY MOM, a poem:

I'm a lucky daughter,

a lucky girl.

Thanks for teaching me

to knit and purl!

I love you, Mommy.