On love and mustaches
The first time I saw my husband he had a mustache just like this one, except he’s a million times better looking than old Clark here, and about a thousand times more debonair.
If I were a boy you can bet that I would have elaborate facial hair at all times. Oh man. I love mustaches and fancy things like mutton chops.
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Every once in a while go through a stage where I don’t feel like knitting. It doesn’t last long, only a couple weeks, and I never put my needles down completely. Usually I curl up with a few good books and ride it out because honestly I’m always a little miserable and out of sorts while it’s happening. I’m going through a spell like that now, and although I am reading a completely amazing and engrossing book on the Apollo program, I’m also spending a lot of time doing cross stitch.
Counted cross stitch was the first craft I had an interest in. I learned in the 6th grade, but it wasn’t long before it fell to the wayside. I did a few more projects as an adult, but once knitting took over my life I didn’t give it much thought. So when I felt the urge to do some stitching earlier this month my choice of projects shouldn’t be a surprise.
These adorable mustaches are from a pattern by andwabisabi. The Scientist sort of rolls his eyes (in a loving way) because my mustache love is so predictable, and Charlie seems to think that cross stitching mustaches is pretty cool. I’m doing a few more mustaches that I charted out myself, and he likes to sit on my lap and watch while I stitch.
Speaking of Charlie, do you see this (sadly blurry) smile? It’s lighting up his whole face for a very good reason: he just read a book all by himself for the very first time! We were so proud. It’s still very difficult for him, but he is eager. On many nights he asks me to start reading to him way before his bedtime – we have a little routine where he and I snuggle in my bed and I read him poem after poem because he LOVES poems. I am eagerly anticipating bedtimes where we have to go into his room and tell him to put his book away and turn his light out – not that I want our special times to end but because getting him to be an enthusiastic, independent reader seems like the ultimate parenting success.
And finally, Happy Valentine’s Day! The Scientist and I don’t really do Valentine’s Day, but he is growing his mustache back just for me, and in my book that’s pretty darn romantic. I am one lucky lady.