From mistakes one can choose to learn

Mistake, tough word.  I've made my share but tonight I made a knitting mistake.   You see, besides the scarfs and ponchos I'm making for myself and Zassha, I am venturing into making long fingerless mittens.  I saw them, I liked them, same technique,  why not expand.  Ha ha! Mistakes I made to the point I have had to take it apart several times already.  Interesting enough, I am not about to give up.  I will flip if I see them on the floor.  Second thought, perhaps this pair shall be for me.

The color is uplifting

As opposed to the weather. 

It is past one in the morning and I am fully awake, listening to the sound of the baby snoring.

Chewbaca is out cold.  Didn't even noticed when I took the picture.   

During the weekend,  we couch potatoes,  watched movies but were also quite productive.  While I knitted,  Diego and Zassha untangled some yarn for me.  I was thankful.

In case you didn't believe, here's proof.

Anyhow,  suddenly the train of sleep has come.  Must go for now, don't want to miss it. 

Smile always