Small packages…

kalurah — Sun, 03 Jan 2010 12:53:56 +0000

I received a special little something in the post over the summer and I am quite proud of myself for keeping it secret for this long!

My very FIRST published pattern!!!

A very proud moment for me. One that I hope to repeat many times over! :)

Of course this special moment would not be complete without having a Giveaway in celebration…..HELLO!

The prize…..

Your very own copy of the 2010 Crochet Pattern A Day Calender!

Just leave a sweet little comment on this post to enter. This time around, I am selecting a winner based on one simple question:

What/Who inspires you and why?

Comments will remain open until January 15th, midnight PST.

Have a splendid 2010 everyone!!!

Love,

kalurah

Is this a sign from the Post Master General?

kalurah — Fri, 04 Jan 2008 08:43:00 +0000

I’m not gonna blow smoke up your skirts, ladies. I’ll admit it. I don’t like to clean.
Let it be known, henceforth.
I love crafting. I loathe household chores.

Martha Stewart , I am.
Donna Reed, I am not.

I have three little children that keep me on my toes, as it is, what with waitressing, boogie-wiping, t.v. volume control and incessant referee-ing.

Cleaning, for me, is more something I wait to do just to blow off some steam. Or when I am really in the mood for it. (I assure you, if you go check out my Blogger profile right now, cleaning will most definitely not be on my list of hobbies.)

Since moving into a house that is easily twice the size of our previous dwelling,

I have been hit hard with the cold reality that the cleaning ritual I have grown so accustomed to, is now in need of a serious overhaul!

We now have hardwood floors that stretch out over the entirety of both the living and dining rooms. And for reasons unbeknownst to me, everything that my children have ever come into contact with in the course of their dirty, sticky, fun-filled day, ends up all over those hardwood floors.

20070616-DSC_6580 copy, originally uploaded by kalurah.

I sweep, I empty the dust pan, turn back around and the floors have a fresh dusting of childhood all over them again.

It’s like an amazing magic trick.

And I really, really, really want to know how this one is done.

Just today, I was staring at my wood floors in dumbfounded wonderment once again.
For, just barely a day ago, I had swept and mopped and low and behold, there was the proof of this magic in action.

Then I opened the front door to retrieve the mail.
And as I turned the knob, a bright light pushed the door all the way open. The sound of doves flapping their wings wafted through the air along with angelic song.
And then I layed my eyes upon it.

As heavenly and as timely as this little surprise was, it was a little creepy.

How did “they” know?

about my magic-practicing children and their dirty little tricks?

and their love of Shrek?

I told you.
Just creepy.

p.s. I did not order this. Nor was it a gift. It just came in the mail, un-announced, along with a Survey card to fill out and return.

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