I took an unintentional break from blogging, it was not planned, it just happened. I just haven't had the time for computers. We've been busy enjoying the summer weather (even though it has been raining some days over here) and also my husband has had to work extra which has meant more mommy duty from and even less free time. Being a mom has been a lot harder than I imagined a year ago. I never thought it would be this intense and time consuming. A friend of mine said she hasn't had time to even touch the knitting needles ever since she went back to work some 4 months ago (her baby is 5 months older than my Theo). I really hope that won't happen to me.
Nothing much has happened around here, and at the same time a lot has happened. You know how it is. Let me sum up the past month for you:
- We were on a holiday in Turkey. I'll write more about it in an own post.
- I finished my Snoqualmie cardigan. This also deserves it's own post.
- I've been writing a couple of patterns down for you guys, one of them is a pattern for the Astrid socks (do you remember them? I've been meaning to write the pattern for a year now!). I will publish them as soon as they are finished. Yay!
- I have way too much stuff on my needles. I'm knitting a navy blue cardigan for Theo, the Gable pullover (from Wool People Vol.8) and the Arrow sweater (from Amirisu Fall 2015) for myself as well as test knitting a cabled sweater pattern for the lovely Ericaknits.
- Theo has really gotten into playgrounds and that's where we've been everyday if it didn't rain. I've started to knit while sitting on the edge of the sand box :)
- My little sister is getting married later this summer, and it was her bachelorette party last weekend. It was also my first night away from Theo, but I still didn't get enough sleep, haha :)
Also. Some sad news as well. We had to say good-bye to our cat Otto. I've written previously that he was diagnosed with cat equivalent of Alzheimer's disease, and for the past two years or so we've been watching him slowly fade away. It got to the point that he didn't remember how to eat anymore, he just sat and stared at his food before turning around and running away to hide under our bed. The vet said there wasn't anything we could do anymore. We buried him in my parents' garden. It was one of the hardest days in my life. He was almost 12 years old and I feel like I had had him since forever. It broke my heart. But he had been gone a long time already, and weirdly it doesn't feel like he is missing, even though I thought it would be devastating to come back home and see he is not here. He had been keeping so much to himself for such a long time, sleeping in our bed rolled into the tightest little ball of fur, that I almost can still pretend he is there, sound asleep. I will always love him.