yarning along

I started a project on last Thursday, thinking that I'd challenge myself with something new.  The notes that the project had along with it said it could easily be completed in a day.  I was bound and determined to finish it in less than that. I got 99% of it completed in one day, rationalized that the author of the pattern probably didn't have a toddler and a preschooler, and then let the rest of it slide until Saturday.

These aren't the buttons that will go with it.  I didn't end up liking any of my collection of vintage buttons with this particular project, so I'll eventually get some new ones.  And I couldn't bring myself to take a full photo, because it will be a Christmas present for a family member, and that would be spoiling it.  You'll have to wait until Christmas. 

Photo Post

My two kitchen "helpers."  The Bonnie Prince cried when I took his apron off.

Michael mentioned to the neighbor lady that he was going to start using panty-hose to hang up his squash.
She gave him an entire bag of used ones.  I told him to write a thank-you note, but he thought that might be awkward...

We're back to thinking the gender confused chicken is a hen.  Apparently hens can crow.
And it might just be an alpha-hen that grows more quickly than the others.

Heirloom purple beans.  Michael and I enjoy them.  The boys try to sneak theirs to the chickens.

Yellowing! Hooray!

Million has renewed his interest in crochet once again.
I let him pretend because I'm not a skilled teacher in things that I pick up easily.