Ice and Mittens

Walking on the ice yesterday was crazy. I can do snow, but not ice. I so wanted to see more of the white stuff so I can play in it. It was a serious balancing act until I got downtown. But when I left my house, I was trying to figure out what was going on with my HOA dues because the sidewalks and driveways were terrible. However, when I did get home they were much better. College Boy called me and told me he fell in the driveway and when he got to school, no one was there. I told him later that he should give his Professor his cell number because she called him cancelling school but we are not home during the day.

These are my steps. I can't even lie, I was slidding like I was on a slip and slide, but you know what I am old and got mad skills. I just let myself slide. When I stopped, I gained my composure and made a damn plan. I made a B line to the street because I saw my drive way (not college boy - youngin) and I was not going to fall - shit people could be looking out their damn window.

This is the sidewalk, I had to walk down here to get out of my subdivision after making it out of the gates. Again once I made it out, I made it to the street and was walking right down the sucker like I had bumpers because I was not getting out of the street.

I wanted to make these mittens for a very long time. I told myself that I would wait until the semester was over and then I would make them. However, I was still working on other knit projects (will take pics and introduce them to you tomorrow), and I had other plans while on break, read James Patterson, watch some movies, cook and some other stuff, so I didn’t get to do them. Well, I finally started a week or two ago, but it is going really slow because I am trying to read stuff for class, read a book I know I should not have started just before class AND life….

So, without further ado, here is my beginning mitten:



Thank you all for saying "it is my blog." Nevertheless, I feel like I am not being true to myself by being half of who I am. See this is the somewhat censored Urban (ain't that some shiggity) and a sistah needs to breathe. I have a lot I want to discuss and I would like to do that. You know I walk through life as two people – the conservative Urban, and then the um …. yeah, other Urban. So, I will see how it goes. Hell since my readers says its cool, maybe it might be this one and I have to scratch the other. To be continued......