I came downstairs in the middle of the night for a glass of water (so cliche) and was passing a big window when the outside security light switched on and this gal scared the shit out of me. I couldn't come up with a better word than that.
This bird feeder is a few feed from our windows and apparently this is the reason we go through bird seed so quickly.
Anyway, so this is what I've been up to when I crawl into bed. Watching some boob-tube: 30 Rock reruns.
I've been making these Baby Hearts.
I got this quick and easy little pattern from Spindles and Spice and can't seem to stop myself.
This pile represents only a fraction of what I've actually made because I've been giving them away and scattering them around the house which I thought was a cute, fun idea until I realized that the dog has eaten some of them but that makes for a huge run-on sentence. And so I go on.
I have been keeping the hearts in this little plastic tub I pulled from the recycle bin.
And . . . you guessed it. Crochet bombed it. Bombed the bajeezus out of it.
And as for these little hearts. I think I'll give the teeny tiny hearts to my teeny tiny students. Or maybe I'll make a garland of hearts. Or those hippie doorway hanging garland thingies. Oh crochet. How I love thee. So many ways to spread the crochet cheer.