Over the river and through the woods To Grandmother’s house we go. The horse knows the way To carry the sleigh Through the white and drifted snow, O! Over the river and through the woods Oh, how the wind does blow. It stings the nose And bites the toes As over the [...]]]>

Over the river and through the woods
To Grandmother’s house we go.
The horse knows the way
To carry the sleigh
Through the white and drifted snow, O!
Over the river and through the woods
Oh, how the wind does blow.
It stings the nose
And bites the toes
As over the ground we go.

Meet my latest design…. “Through the Woods”!

“Readers, Through the Woods.”

“Through the Woods, Readers.”

This pattern has been a long time coming. Just ask my friend and co-worker, Amy. Who has endured the torment of listening to me go on and on about the various ideas I had in an attempt to create this design.

Or ask my dear husband, who had to witness the horror that is repeatedly frogging yard upon yard of “CO 100. No, wait! CO 120. Purl 4, Knit 4. No! WAIT! AAAAHHHH!!!!!!!”

I may at one point, have found him tucked away in some dark corner chanting, “Make it stop!!!” But it may or may not have been deafened by the sound of my thrashing knitting needles.

At any rate….. let us just say that this pattern took some time and effort and a couple hundred of my precious brain cells.

But alas, she was born! And isn’t she precious??

Yes, she is a girl. Just because she is so darn pretty. I think by far, this is my FAVORITE pattern to date! What do you think, dear readers???

You can purchase the pattern in my Etsy shoppe for $5.

And I would like to also mention that through the end of January, 10%  goes to the Haiti Emergency Relief Fund and another 10% goes to the Susan G. Komen Foundation to support Breast Cancer Awareness.

Hoping you all have a wonderful week! 

Love, Kalurah

I’m sure you recall all the fabulous bragging I did about my new beautifully painted kitchen and living/dining room.

my wonderful aunt Jacqlin and her daughter, Maija dropped everything to come up here from Hood River to paint for me. I didn’t even have to ask. they offered willingly and lovingly.

and because I [...]]]>

I’m sure you recall all the fabulous bragging I did about my new beautifully painted kitchen and living/dining room.

my wonderful aunt Jacqlin and her daughter, Maija dropped everything to come up here from Hood River to paint for me. I didn’t even have to ask. they offered willingly and lovingly.

and because I was so grateful and so honored by their hard work, I just couldn’t leave it at “thank you”.
no. you sillies.
that’s not enough.
not for what they did, not for all the back-breaking, neck cricking hours (days) they spent just for me and my family.

I am not an emotional person.
ask anyone.
there are a small handful of times when I have cried in public. and almost every one of them included a funeral, wedding or the birth of my three children.
but when my aunt and cousin left my house, thank you seemed so achingly hard to say.
what I felt at that moment was so beyond anything “thank you” could ever mean.
so I did what my heart felt it must do.
and I proceeded to weep and sob like a newborn baby.

me.
yes, me.

so now my cousin, who is, by the way, a professional painter by trade, can tell all her perspective clientel, that one of her jobs moved a woman to tears!

I made a messenger bag for my aunt along with a handmade notebook that my hubbie handbound himself. (he was thankful too!)
my aunt often volunteers her time as a missionary. and she told me in the past she needed a good, strong bag for the fall. one that could get wet and not fall apart.

and the notebook holds a service record to keep track of her time in the ministry work.

for my cousin, Maija, I wanted to make her something to help her take care of her.
since she paints for a living with her husband, I know she must come home exhausted.

so, I made her a lavender and rice heat pack with a soft, fuzzy removable cover.

I hand embroidered a cute little deer on one side.

and “dear friend” on the other.

I hope they love their “thank you” gifts and that they also realize just how deeply they touched me.

every time I look at my lovely walls, I am happily reminded of two very lovely people.