Can't Stop Crocheting

When I got home from Washington, I couldn't stop crocheting! I went to the store and expanded my supplies:

And then I attempted to make the same slouchy hat I made when I was at my sisters, this time using the correct stitches. That was another disaster. It would even be safe to say that it was worse than the first! I don't have a picture of it, because I threw it away, but it was not good. This time it was WAY too big. It was more like a hat for Shrek. My gauge was too loose. So I attempted it again, took it apart, tried again until it came out right. The only difference is that I did a two tone using a dark and light purple. I must say, I was pleased.

After I finished that one, I decided to make one as a birthday gift for my best friend. She has several favorite colors so I decided to use green. I did the two tone again with a dark green around the face and light green for the back.

When I was finished, it just didn't feel like her. It seemed to plain for such a spunky gal. So I decided to add a little extra to her hat: a flower. I made it and placed a gem like button in the center. I then secured it to a broach like craft pin so that she could add, remove, or move it anywhere she'd like.

Here is what it looks like all together:

I Learned to Crochet!

I'm not really sure where I get my crafty side from. It's possible it just runs in my blood since my mom's side is made up of full-blown Amish and Amish Mennonite, but maybe not? The only thing that I was ever given that was made for me was a baby blanket my grandma on my mom's side made for me. It was pretty simple. Not even one of those fancy Amish quilts. I know my grandma can sew, but I think that was the extent of it. Sewing clothes for her nine children. I really know her more for her cooking. She made delicious food and amazing cookies and pies! I don't think my grandma on my dad's side is crafty either. Don't really know to be honest.

Anyway- growing up I was always doing some sort of craft. Coloring (is that considered a craft?), making pot holders with a loom, braiding friendship blankets, etc. But as I got older, I grew out of those things. I had attempted to teach myself to knit, but I couldn't figure it out by reading the instructions. I'm much more a visual learner. So I gave up on that. But when I went to Washington, I found out that my sister likes to crochet. So when I did, I asked her if she would teach me. She said she would so we went to the local Walmart and picked up some supplies.

My sister and I didn't exactly grow up together. I always knew I had an older sister, but growing up on almost opposite coats (Nevada/Indiana), it didn't exactly allow for us to bond. So the inner child in me was more than excited that I was given the opportunity for her to teach me something.

Below is a picture of my first project. I took this baby apart many times, and after finishing it, realized that I was doing the stitching wrong. It still looked decent.

Meine Schwester

I can't believe I forgot to add a picture of my sister in my last blog! Of course, the whole reason of going to Washington was to spend time with her, nieces, and brother-in-law. Below is a picture of us before I left for the airport.

While looking at this picture, it brings to mind a reoccurring thought I have: I look more like my (half) sister than my sister. (...should I start referring to my sister as my "whole" sister?) Anyway, below is a picture of all three of us on Christmas in 2007.

Krissy, Me, and Andi

Do you think we all look alike? Or does one look more like the other? Please leave a comment and let me know what you think! My dad and I always argue about this and it's time to put it to rest. ;)

Washington to Oregan

In August of 2011, I decided I would treat myself for my birthday with a trip to see my sister that lives in Washington with her husband and my two nieces. There are many pictures that I am not posting out of respect, so unfortunately you wont be able to see how adorable my nieces are. Also, I, for whatever reason, didn't take any pictures of their adorable little town. We spent an afternoon strolling around downtown and then another morning at the farmers market. Anyway, below are pictures from my trip. I think some of them are out of order because I used three different cameras (my really nice, but rather large, camera; my point and shoot, and my phone) on my trip. Nonetheless, the pictures are still pretty.

So, Washington (at least the part I was in) was not what I had imagined. I don't know about you, but when I think of Washington I think of lush green mountains covered in pine trees. Yes, they had green and pine trees, but it was not nearly what I had thought. It was more brown and sandy looking than anything.

Okay, so this picture is freaking adorable! We were at the school park and the little girl was upset for some reason and the little boy was consoling her. He was so worried about her. As you see, he is touching her back and after this picture he gave her a hug. It was so cute. I think he is going to be a great man someday. 

The next pictures were actually taken in Oregon. We went up to the mountains for a family picnic.

This deer ran up to us and was literally a few feet from me. It was really cool but a little intimidating at the same time as you're not sure what they're going to do. Most likely, it was coming for food, considering we were in a park, but still.

The next few pictures are from flying into and out of Seattle. It was so pretty. On my flight back from Seattle to Chicago, I sat next to a Seattle native who happened to be a writer. He told me his name, which I jotted down, but when I got home and googled him, I couldn't find him. Maybe he uses a pseudonym, or maybe I just didn't know how to spell his name. Either way, we had a nice talk and he told me that everyone is wrong about Seattle. He says that it does rain often, but it's not rainy and dreary everyday. I believe him because the two times I was in and out of there, it didn't rain once. It was always sunny. AND, to top it off, a survey was done showing the most depressing city as Las Vegas not Seattle. I would love to visit Seattle someday. Maybe I could spend a few days there next time I go visit my sister. Which is a must do in the next year. :)

The rest of the pictures are just pretty pictures taken of the scenery while I was flying. This is the only part about flying that I like.

Picturesque Cali

As you may know, I ran a marathon in San Diego, California which allowed me to check two things off my bucket list in one trip! I absolutely loved San Diego. From the moment I walked out side the airport I could see myself there. The weather was perfect, around 75 degrees every afternoon. It would start off chilly and often cloudy, but by mid afternoon the sky was clear and the sun was warm. It was my kind of place. Take a look through a few photos of my trip and decide for yourself.

Although there are clouds everywhere, I couldn't not post this picture. It makes me wish my bed was made of clouds. Don't you wish you could lay in clouds?

Another view from the plane above the Rockies. So pretty.

The first view of San Diego.

This was the picture I took first stepping out of the air port. LOVE!

View #1 from our balcony

View #2

Poolside! 

This was a picture taken close to where our friends live. It's not in San Diego but it's amazing.

We went to visit our friends family in a third location.

The "marathoners"

Didn't the pictures make you want to move to San Diego? Heck. Anywhere in California will do!