i'm punished but productive

my scarf to wear to the hospital when i deliver joey...my purling experiment, and my stockinette debacle all rolled into one piece...-


my advent stockings for wee gracie eileen...all hung and named. johnny was more excited about these than gracie and i put together...he named them all. we put a tiny ornament in each one for gracie to open each day of december. she has her own christmas tree in her tiny, unheated room (i know, abuse! but we have our priorities here at gilbertland, and christmas is high on the list. heat, however...) and she can put an ornament on each day-

a (very bad) closeup of both shaun and sara's log cabin wedding quilt (done entirely by johnny) and crystal's pincushion with tiny handmade pushpins (that would be my project.)



a glimpse of secret herbal christmas treats-

crystal's wrapped treat-


for some reason, i can't get out of my own way lately and post, but at least i've been productive during my blogging siesta, with lots of crafting and eating and lazing around on the couch with my swollen ankles and pie-filled belly. here are some of the things i've been working on...(see above).

i do have to give credit to soulemama for most of my creation ideas lately (i always make sure not to take credit when friends tell me how crafty i am and ask "how do you think up these things!?!") also, i've taken some ideas from wee wonderfuls as well, along with many others that should go nameless right now because i'm so freakin' tired.
if you really are curious who else inspires me, check out my linkies on the left. i get daily inspiration from all the wonderful peeps out there in cyberspace who freakishly craft and think and process continuously. thank you.

also, one last thought...i just finished reading the epic novel "a fine balance" and it was AMAZING. and i've moved on to "julie and julia," a nonfiction book about a smarty-pants woman who decides to cook every recipe in julia child's "mastering the art of french cooking" in 365 days. makes me feel jealous that i'll never be as witty and wonderful a writer. but such a freakin' good book. about to jump into bed right now (and if you could see my ankles, you'd know i'm not really doing much jumping lately) and read, read, read. and drool.