And others do.
Coming home to my mothers house, the house that I grew up in, is always such a comforting experience. The house has changed since I left, it's been changing ever since we moved in with the constant reno. I was just about to begin the 8th grade when we moved into the house that will forever represent home to me, and when I first saw it I thought wow, this is big, and it's stuck in the 70's! So ever since day 1 my stepfather has been in the process of renovation. It's been a long process, but there's been some amazing, beautiful progress made.
And so, some things stay the same:
The supreme level of spotlessness that is my mothers house. A level of cleanliness I can only strive for, and will never, ever attain.
No shortage of baked goods.
The blue stripes, yellow walls, and my bedroom that still looks like Laura Ashley vomited all over it.
Oh yes, there is a bed spread to match.
Some things change:
For as long as I can remember my mom's house has been FREEZING. The loving advice we were told, and our mantra became "Put on a sweater!" Today, the house is comfortable, toasty warm even thanks to the new geo thermal system. This is a welcome change!
The brand new living room, that for as long as I ever lived in this house had the floors covered with drop clothes, and saw horses were erected for painting various trim for various other rooms in the house. I think it stayed that way for about... 8 years?? Today this room is now the favorite room in the house. I don't have a picture, and I'm to lazy to go get one.
And, finally, I changed. Me. Big change. I am married now, I am an adult (or so I pretend to be), I have my own home, life, husband, dogs, that I have left for this stay at my mom's house. It's an interesting feeling, of truly being an adult and back at mom's house. I'm liking the change, but also in a way, it's sort of bittersweet.
On the knitting front:
Oh, and I'm sure you were expecting to see my finished sweater, and the lace scarf for my mom. Nope. The sweater is in the exact same condition as it left Montana. Still needs trim, and button holes, and buttons.
Here's how far I got on the scarf:
I finally discovered after 5 tries, that I was doing my yarnovers wrong. Yarnovers, wrong. Yarnovers, are the thing that every beginning knitter does CONSTANTLY right, without meaning to. And, let me tell you, I was the queen of yarnovers, when I first started knitting, I couldn't figure out why in the world I kept knitting these triangles. Now, that I somewhat know what I am doing, I can't even manage a yarnover correctly. But, I figured it out, and the pattern is knitting up beautifully, the 2 inches I got.
Gotta love the difference in color in each picture! The truest color is the one on the bottom. I showed my mom, and she loved it.
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