That's Craig's sweet little pet name for me. Hajduk was what they called me before he paid my dowry (or did I have to pay his? I can't remember. My brain's so fried these days). Everything's all kind of half job these days. Just trying to roll with this variety show they call Nap Time. I can't help it, but the more I decide to stave off some of my crafting pursuits to embrace the calling of homemaker and rock the roll of family rock the more I get these borderline insane surges of great ideas that I need to materialize now or else the world's going to implode unto itself. So up there in my machine I have a ensemble idea coming to life (think neo-back to the lander yet looking cute gear) very slowly. Or quite quickly considering my alloted five minute chunks of time at the machine. The commotion of the machine wakes up the little critter from his naps. Greaaat. The debut of my second Etsy shop will thus be delayed. Somewhere between a month and twelve years.
Here's another Half-Job speciality area; the knitting department. Especially the knit-along beast. Anything-along really get's an extra Half-Job dose. Does that make it a Full-Job then? Up there too is my Soule Mama-wannabe attempt at making a vest for Kale. I might have to upgrade to the original adult sizing because of Kale's, ahem, girth. In between all of this, I'm researching and applying for various aspects of Edie's homeschooling journey that will probably begin in the Fall. Good thing I'm treating myself to a seven week long yoga series exploring the chakras starting tonight. I'm hoping this will help muffle the little big idea voices in my head. I'll resist the temptation to tip toe out the door half way through the practice mouthing out I have to go to my guru while pointing at my boobs. You know it wouldn't be a post around here without ending with the word 'boobs'.











