That's a Pretty Girl....

 It may seem that I am knitting in my sleep, walking around with yarn in my pockets and needles in hand.  I'm not. Well, not quite.
Okay, I would if I could....but I can't.
Anyhow
 I found these socks yesterday and one was complete, and one was at the heel turn. 

So I finished them. 

I'm bad. I can't tell you the yarn name and it wasn't in the bag I found the project in. 

I can tell you I don't like the yarn.
A yarn's gotta have some bounce for me to put it in my fingers and wrap it around a toothpick-like piece of wood over and over again. This yarn did not have that bounce so I would not recommend it to you and I don't feel too badly about not having the yarn name for you.

I liked the crazy colors enough to complete this pair and I'll gift it to a young niece of mine.  

 My kitchen is cozy this morning.  We are in the middle of a wind storm.  I felt the need to bake Irish Soda bread this morning.

I could not find my Nana's recipe.  I winged it. I think I've made it so many times, I really knew it in my heart. 

If you were here I'd give you a nice warm slice. 

Clearly Mr. Chill was not worried about the storms, the warnings, or any of the weather. 

He nearly takes up the entire love seat now. 

I'll tell you a cute story.
Al came with to visit my mom the other night. 

She was standing near Fireman while I sat next to mom and chatted. 

Mom leaned in and whispered to me,
"That's a pretty girl over there" 

I said, "THat's my girl mom. That' s Allison" 

She didnt know her. 

AL was so sweet with her. 

It felt good to have my mom and my daughter with me again in one room. 

In my mom's heart she knew us.