San Francisco Treat...

Are you old enuff to remember the little jingle for Rice-a-Roni... I certainly am. And after learning that Sweetie arranged for a wee get-away in San Francisco for a week in June, that jingle has been playing through my mind to distraction. That and what to wear! That is... what to make to wear! So... without distraction and in less than a month, I whipped up a shawl and some socks, designed by my heart-sister Meagheen. It's like Christmas last minute knitting (better start sorting that now to avoid Christmas Eve panic knitting).

If only I could be more focused in other things in my world. You know the usual... be more kind... be less frenzied... exercise more... worry less... ack! The list goes on. Maybe it's because in my knitting I can actually see progress from the get go... exercise? Well, that's another matter. Don't get me started on the worry bit... how will my great-nephews cope with the education cut-backs? Will my dear heart-sister be strong enuff for the next phase of her treatments? How long does Mum have to wait for her knee surgery?

My knitting, like the Rice-a-Roni jingle, is my distraction and like any good vacation... both are necessary for my soul. So, with my new shawl and socks it's time for a wee distraction from the real world. All the worries and frenzy will still be here when I get back but maybe, just maybe, the distraction will have calmed the mind enuff to get through it all with a little kinder heart.

'Vog luv...

I blame my heart sister Meagheen, for cranking up my love of Fluevog Shoes. If she'd just stop giving me great sock patterns to test knit, I wouldn't have to find the proper venue to showcase them for her! Oh, one could flay a sock across the ol' shag rug and hope that people will purchase the pattern. I'd get distracted by the ol' shag rug and not notice the gorgeous pattern.

I get distracted a lot by unimportant things... ooo-what is that shiny thing... and oft' times fail to see what I'm really supposed to discover. My first journey to Ireland was just that. I was distracted with a broken heart (ok, that was an important life changing distraction) that it took me two weeks into the journey to realize that I accomplished a childhood dream... standing on my great-grandparents homeland and discovering their stories! Their life changing journey guided me through mine and from that point on my world got better. It was like someone threw a peat log at me and knocked me off my un-Fluevog feet!

We're all on a journey of sort. I gotta remember it's not about the destination but about how we journey through it all. We just need to put our best foot forward as we travel towards the best in our lives... what er' it may be.

Now... back to the 'Vog site and see if Miss M and I continue to order the same shoes!