Living Vicariously

 A beach house has always been at the top of my dream list. You know, that list you know will never have one thing crossed off of it unless you win the lottery (gotta play first) or discover a long lost distant relative has left you lots of money.  Lately my obsession with owning a beach house has intensified, fueled by scenes of Emily Thorne's beach house in the Hamptons.  Which, as it turns out, is actually in Southport, North Carolina and for sale for 1.5 million.  Like I said, lottery/unknown for now rich relative.

 The beach has always been a destination point for me, as early as high school when Paula and I would drive down in her Chevy Vega and talk about boys.  Or the lack thereof.

Once married, Craig and I spent lots of childless weekends at the beach and continued with frequent day trips once the boys came along.



 Now, the second best possible scenario has occurred:  Ross has bought a beach house.  A beautiful beach house with a loft and two story floor to ceiling windows and a view of the ocean and a wrap around deck.  I checked it out last weekend and the house is dream-worthy.  We lunched at Mo's and walked on the beach while the doggies played and the forest was dark and the stars were bright when I awoke from an afternoon nap.  Definitely dream-worthy.

Long Time Coming

It's been awhile since I actually finished a knitting project and this blankie in particular was a long time coming.  Originally intended for Brody--who turned three last week--it was frogged once in a fit of frustration and reborn into a simpler existence.

And probably for the better, for what would a boy do with a white blankie?

The blankie was hibernating when Kristine and Ian announced that The Bean would arrive in December and would be a girl. Perfect ... I already had half a blankie finished!

I abandoned my Ecuador sweater and finished the blankie, but I have to admit that I have one more skein of yarn that I could have used but didn't.  I was ready for this project to be over.