The littlest one wanted to eat breakfast on the front porch this morning. I’ve come to cherish this one on one time while his big brother is at school. I didn’t have this kind of connection with our first son and I have every intention of soaking up his littleness now. Read More »
Life is lifey right now and that’s just the way it’s supposed to be. We are renovating a 1940 minimal traditional style house while renting another. This means that I’m primary caregiver while Calvin works at the house and his daytime job. I love having the privilege and opportunity to be with the boys, however it’s been pretty intense these past months.Read More »
We walk every morning in our new town.
One of the delights about our neighborhood are the abundant pecan trees,
Which Quinn requests every time we go.
We scour the ground on Tuskeena Street, under the shade of the pecan trees.
We look for the lightest colored shells, they usually give us the sweetest nuts.
We smash them under our shoe. Quinn brings his heel down, shoes flashing green.
The nut rolls, I bring it back to him.
He tries again, it’s almost pulverized. We check to see if it’s a good nut.
My little boy, so young, has already learned about bitterness.
“This looks like a good nut, Mommy.”
It was, plump, sweet, giving.
We stand there, sharing the moment.
I see the early Autumn sun shining on him, his brother. There’s a cool breeze.
I am reminded of these moments with the women in my life.
My memory is of picking black berries with my grandmother,
Watching her tat with strings pulled from grain bags.
Walking out to the field so that she can dig up thistles. She had her own personal vendetta against them.
They were as prickly as she was.
My mom gave me an appreciation of old things, antiques, historic sites, experiences.
We gardened together.
I remember her diligently taking care of me while I was sick.
She showed me what love is.
I look at my son’s darkening hair in the sun, his blond locks long cut off.
I have a thought that I am creating a memory for my children. For Quinn.
He, too, will look back on this with fondness.
He, too, will say my mother loved me.
I’m changing the name of my blog. I figure this is the best time to make a change since it isn’t fully established. To the 11 people who have subscribed so far to The Knitting Whovie, ThanK You! I hope you stick around.
I started this creative project four years ago as a knitting blog and expression of my adoration for Doctor Who. I was burning as hot as the fires that destroyed Gallifrey over Doctor Who and knitting. I needed to talk about these topics at length and with gusto. But then…
Times changed, my focus and interests shifted, as did my identity, which happens frequently, otherwise I’m not growing. Basically, I added another title to my belt…mommy.
I look over the few posts I’ve written and I see that life crept in, as it is wont to do. My musings, my stories of everyday struggles and those messy feelings that can get in the way, seeped into the context of my blog.
Then there are the boys, I’m learning from them as they are learning from us. I’m a wife. All these things are me now…and I’m still a Whovie.
I researched ideas, relying in my emotional response to the list of potential names I compiled. Here’s the criteria:
- It has to flow well
- Easy to remember (let’s face it, I’ve noticed “whovie” is not something that people often search for, much less can pronounce)
- Speak to the topic and theme of the blog which is anything having to do with life, parenting, fun things, hard and serious topics, and yarn
- Be creative and capture attention
This is harder than it appears. Every creative, whimsical, funny name I came up with has either been taken as a blog, is a Facebook page, or an Etsy store.
There are some great names out there, too. Tricksy Knitter, Yarn Harlot, Mama in Stitches, Mama Needs Yarn, Demonic Progress, and so many more that have so much meaning in a couple of well combined words. Their blogs are awesome, too. I have blog envy. Truly.
What are my words? Where am I now and where will I be in the future?
I Knit (well, I aim to learn just about anything that has to do with yarn: Spin, weave, knit, crochet…bring it).
And I do all of these imperfectly (do I ever), but with the desire to improve and learn. To always aim higher, set goals, and practice them all with love and intention.
I am Anna at my core.
Mama, Knit, Love.
Mama. Knit. Love.
Mama knit love…that’s what I do. This is where I belong.
What does that mean?
You can expect to see a new name on this blog and in your mailbox (if you have been interested enough in my life and work to hit that subscribe button).
It also means I’ll be writing about a variety of topics, and I’ll be writing more about my adventures in knitting and all things yarn.
Thank you all for following Mama-Knit-Love.