Of all the days to wear mascara...this is not one.

Earlier I was kicking myself for actually applying my make up this morning, now I just don't give a crap and am smudging it all over my face because the one person I try to look pretty for sometimes is out of state on his first leg of the next 4year adventure.

Yep, my sweet boy left this morning for boot camp. For a couple weeks I have been trying to decide whether or not I should accompany my beloved to the recruiters office for final goodbyes or stay behind and sniffle to myself in my house...well, I had the honor of going with him, shedding tears and saying goodbye. Probably one of the hardest things I've ever done. But I'm glad I went. Now to get through the 8 weeks. They promised me there was an end to this separation. Let's get this over with.

Lover

One of the ways I would describe myself would be "A lover of words." I am a lover of many things, and words are a big part of my life. They shape the sentences that come out of my mouth, the stories I engulf myself in and refuse to surface from for days, the thoughts that run continuously through my head, and the music I listen to.  I am that girl who reads into  the lyrics to much, who romanticizes the poetry to be about those in my life. I day dream about somehow catching the eye of an author and having a character composed in my image. Imagine that! A whole literary alter ego, able to do who knows what, living a double life in another world, another time, possibly another dimension. I mean, how utterly marvelous would that be!?!?

Anyways, one of the poets that my eyes frequent is the whimsically, bizarrely fascinating e e cummings. I love him and all of his "grammatical injustices".  I'm more or less alone in my liking of his way with words when it comes to the people I spend my time with most, but that's ok.  

As always I'm thinking of a new tattoo idea and as I was sitting there in a lovely bath reading a wonderful book that was provoking many feels, an idea popped in my brain (totally unrelated to the book in my hands...because my brain wanders most of the time.) In my mind I saw a dainty drawing of an umbrella and beneath it words dripping down like raindrops. 

"Nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands"

Later I mentioned the little idea to my mom, who like all my family doesn't know who e e cummings is. She wondered what the poem was about and whether or not that would be a good thing to have tattooed on one's self. So, I found her this explanation. Here you will find the original poem and along side it is what it means. I like it quite a bit. And I'm always tickled that one of the bands I listen to from time to time actually have songs named after this particular line. 

Such Small Hands

Nobody, Not Even the Rain

Throwback Thursday... Then and Now

Love me some Fettuccini

Today ended the long winded search for what I have heard called "T-shirt" yarn. I've seen it all over pintrest and the cool-kid-knitting-blogs and have been excited to get my hands on this foreign fabric and craft the crap out of it...I just didn't know where to find it other than online(at prices that made me a little squeamish, TBH).  Finally I threw out a plea to fellow crafters on FaceBook as to where to find this elusive yarn, and someone had recently spotted it at one of our local craft stores...Lion Brand's own "Fettuccini" 

Last week I caved and finally bought myself a laptop(yay for new toys!) and found myself with the excuse to start another yarn-y project, a laptop sleeve/case! 

This stuff has been a pain in the pitutie to work with, but I love the way it looks and feels. I have literally sat for four and  half hours straight just working on this thing. My hands are killing me, my right arm feels like it spent the day at the gym, annnnnnnnnd I ran out of yarn a few inches shy of finishing this project. *sigh*

Guess I'll just have to go buy more.