not one....but four

the long weekends over, I'm back to work and admitting to you....I've strayed.....again

I said I'd keep to one knitting project at a time....

I have four going now.....

the finished projects get the glory
of being hung on vintage looking baby hangers......

a feather and fan pattern car seat blanket is such an easy pattern with instant gratification....

the fairy hat's pretty colors and silliness for a newborn makes me smile with each new row....
I wish I had a flower blanket in which to wrap her too....it's for a shower gift on Saturday

the baby cardigan has fallen short on the amount of yarn to finish, so I'm having to think "outside the box" in order to attach the sleeves and button band...

matching booties are waiting for seams and buttons....

I was doing so well being monogamous with my knitting.....for three days anyway...

until I saw a brave little trailer....
rusting alongside what were once grand recreational vehicles...
 desired by families who spent hard earned dollars a long time ago when they were shiny and new....

the brave little trailer remains behind where I first saw her....still sitting alongside a dozen others...

waiting until the end of the month when "the chosen few" will have first dibs....

most likely it will still be there available....for a handful of dollars to anyone interested in what will become a huge undertaking of repair and remodel....

I've spent countless hours thinking about that Shasta....
that's why I fell off the wagon staying faithful to one set of knitting needles .....
stress causes me to bounce.....from booties to blankets....

I need that rusted wheelless sunken roofed trailer like a hole in my head....

in fact, I slept terrible last night and woke several times because my head hurt.....

I woke....saying to myself...,"no, you don't need nor require one more "thing" in your life"...

"You're going the wrong direction...remember Live Simply?"

this is how I talk to myself...

not out loud mind you where others can hear...
that causes people to stare and wonder if you've got all your marbles or not...

will we get the trailer??? will I call after the end of the month to see if it's still there???
will Steve go along with this hair brained idea?

yes to all these questions...

but the most important question???
 will I come to my senses and walk away or will I go with the pipe dream?
 Finding a little Shasta right in our own backyard so to speak....
 Repair, remodel and return her to the open highway for new adventures ?

time will tell...but I'd like to think I'll stay true to my nature....

....I'll fling caution to the wind out the back window of my brave abandoned Shasta,

who waited until I found her while walking alone on a late summer's afternoon...