Pumpkin of Emma's dreams

I hope everyone finds the pumpkin of their dreams also! Have a spooktacular Halloween and a wonderfully peaceful weekend!

Apple Festival and Pumpkin Picking

Last weekend we went to Ellijay, Georgia for their annual Apple Festival. We had a really wonderful time, but I guess it was a little anti-climatic for me. It was tourist-y and expensive. Instead of feeling like I was at an Apple Orchard I felt like I was a Disney Land or back in Myrtle Beach. My goal for next year is to find the place no one goes instead of where everyone goes. I am still getting used to the fact that there is so many people living here in Atlanta. When we used to go to a farm a crowd is like 10-20 people, now we are faced with hundreds. Craig has decided that " Apple People are crazy " we went to an orchard on the way out of town to get some cider for the kids, who were at this point"dying" they were so thirsty. The store was so packed with people almost in a panic, maybe they were going to run out of apples , not sure. Craig said one woman knocked Emma down on the ground and then some man pushed him into a table causing him to cut his leg. Crazy I tell you!After we left the Apple Festival we went to a pumpkin patch on the way home in Dawson, Ga. Unfortunatly,(so this is all you get Grandparents) I didn't get to take the normal 400 pumpkin patch pictures I normally take do to the enormous crowd. I was just trying to keep Emma in tow. Next year we will grow our own pumpkin, I think.

Fall...

Fall is a good thing. The subtle changes in the weather. The air seems sleepy, it is easier to breathe somehow. I love to walk in the morning when the crispness of the air just begins. Seeing the reds, yellows, and oranges replace the brightness of the greens. I was born in an Indian Summer, married during an end of season hurricane, the majority of my babies arrived in the crispness of fall, I think I may just request that I be buried in fall. How lucky we are to have this season, to experience it's beauty.It has been a long time since I have gotten to experience seasons changing and I am so happy to see Fall again.Very little to do with the post, but these are the Gnomes I made for Emma's School's Fall nature table.

To little time

I am not to good at keeping up with this, I apologize. When I was little I always wanted one of those diaries that had the Princess on the front and that lock with the sweet little key. My mom must have known I wouldn't keep up with it because I never did get one (that along with the pink pony real pony still torments me today. These are one of the many reasons I am saving up for my daughters Counseling bills and not so much college. I figure the whole " no boob ", ie no barbies, no brats, no plastic dolls in general, rule on dolls will come back and haunt me someday.) I am trying to be better about writing everyday, after all this is mainly for my mom, you know the one that nixed the whole pink pony idea. So for last week....My son and DH went on their first campout with Cub Scouts last weekend. Both had a blast declaring that there is nothing better than camping! So glad to hear this because I love camping and have been trying to persuade DH to go since the last time I took him camping 12 years ago at Hunting Beach.
This left the girls and I home alone to see how much trouble we could get into. So a weekend of nail painting, henna tattoos and sewing ensued. It was lovely, but I felt exhausted by the time the boys finally came home. The skirts are from Oliver + S, a wonderful easy tutorial ecspecially if it is your first time sewing clothes. We wanted to do the tattoos for her birthday, but I am glad we waited for " Girl's alone time " as Bella called it.

My fall colors

My fall colors... I have two hats, a big blanket, and a couple scarves on the needles now. I love fall, big, chunky, colorful wool yarn. It will be the first winter in a long while where I will actually be able to knit with nice heavy wool. If Emma would stop stealing my counters every time I turn around I might actually finish something. I seem to remember another little girl that did this at this age also. Isabella frustrated me so much with my knitting when she was a baby, that I gave up doing anything more mind straining than garter stitch. I need to find new hiding places...