Where'd my Baby Boy go? (Sniff)

Well, it's nearly time to take Hockeyboy to his first sleep-away camp and I'm feeling a bit misty. My DH and I have been very protective of our kids, so it was a tough decision to sign HB up for this hockey camp, knowing that he'd be out of our direct control for an entire week. But it's time for mommy to stretch the ol' apron strings a little and send the fledgling out for a test flight. (I know I mixed my metaphors - leave me alone, I'm grieving my baby's transformation into an over sized eating machine . . . I mean, independent teenager. Sheesh!)

On the fiber arts front, since a certain nameless (and as of yet, unforgiven) kitty had the unmitigated gall to awaken me at 4 a.m., I ended up pulling out the old sewing machine this morning and started putting together a little sock knitting bag for an upcoming swap. Unfortunately, I can't show you any pictures, since the fabric itself gives away who the recipient will be. But I'm so pleased with my design, I'm going to have to make one for myself next.

What made this morning so much more enjoyable (and drew me closer to forgiving THE CAT) was the delightful musicals that were showing on TCM this morning. I was able to sew along to Andy Hardy, Babes in Arms and Meet Me In St. Louis. I guess it was a Judy Garland morning and I enjoyed every minute of it.

I must say, I've missed playing around with fabric and my sewing machine. I've been mentally going through my quilting UFO's and trying to decide which one(s) I'm going to try and finish this summer. And while digging through the fabric stash, I ran across several patterns and kits that I'd forgotten I had. The possibility of developing quilter's startitis is looming now, too. Fair warning - this blog may become more quilterly over the summer.

Then again, I have two pairs of socks on the needles, the ribbon cardigan to finish and the stealth project to photograph. (My friend is due any minute - woohoo!) I'm also just itching to cast on with the hand dyed yarn from Shepherds Harvest and there are about 6 IK patterns I'm dreaming of starting, too. So there may be a few knitting related posts, too.

Oh, oh, oh, and don't forget the spindle and all the fiber I've got tucked away . . .

And the garden, don't forget the garden projects and woodworking plans for a new arbor and fence and bird feeder and bird houses, lots of bird houses.

Okay, I wasn't joking when I said I don't focus on one thing or another too long. Just call me Will 'o the Wisp. Or fickle, whichever you think fits better. The only guarantee I can give is that things will be wild and woolly around here.

Oh, and forgiving THE CAT will be entirely dependent upon her letting me take a nap without any kneading, purring, licking or attempting to suffocate me by plopping on my face.