The month of a million scarves...

.... ok, just ten. Well, twelve. If you count the one I made for myself and the IOU I gave to my mother.

See, it started like this. I found this SUPER fun and bright yarn. I decided Lily had to have a scarf made in it.

I had decided to crochet dish clothes and scrubbies as friend gifts for Christmas. You know, simple.  Single crochet, quick, I could handle it. I made Lily's scarf in the same pattern, but with the yarn, it turned out STINKING CUTE. (I've stole it twice to wear it myself.)

Then, THEN...

I went on a crochet project rampage on Pinterest. (You can see my board of crochet wonder here.) I fell in love with granny squares. So it had to be done. I needed to make a granny square scarf.

I loved that scarf. It was the same rainbow happy as Lily's scarf, but popping out bright enough to nearly make the eyes bleed. It was probably my favorite gift that I gave this Christmas, despite the fact that I probably won't get to see it very often. (Rachel, you need to come visit meeeee!) 

I felt pretty accomplished. I had made TWO scarves, right? Plus all my dish clothes. Whew. 

Then.. THEN...

My mother, bless her, asked how hard it would be for me make a scarf for each of my nieces and nephews back east. Sure, ok, I figured I could just forget about finals, right? Four more scarves, coming up!

Two boy scarves, two girl scarves, for four adorable kiddos. Whew. Really, for really done this time.

Then... THEN... THEN.... (getting the theme to this story, yet?) 

My husband reminded me that I had promised him a scarf last year. Oops. He even went with me to the yarn store (which by this time Lily won't even go with me because we go every. day. MOM.) and picks out his yarn. Then I have to whip that one out when he's not home because he may have picked out the colors and pattern, but I'm surely not letting him see it until Christmas. 

Then my sister saw his scarf. And wanted one. In the same color as Lily's. Back to the yarn store. She said she wanted it for her birthday, but I was on a mission at that point. I was going to get it made and I was going to have it ready in time for her to open. Took me most of the night, but I did it and forgot to take a picture of it. At that point I didn't care about the dang pictures. Haha.

I also decided to make a scarf for our family Christmas auction. It will make my cousin's lady friend very happy.

I really liked the infinity style of the scarf I made my sister. I mean, duh, it used the granny square stitch. I made one for myself in this super fuzzy happy yarn and it is SO warm. I wear it every day, which is funny because the universe had scarves on the brain and gave me 5 new scarves for Christmas. LOL.

Then...THEN... (just kidding)

I had enough yarn left to make one of those cute flower headbands. Lily likes to wear it and be a model for me. Cute!

I have one other crochet project to share...but I will do it in another post.

This is the happy tale of my million scarves for Christmas. If you want a scarf from me, figure out how to crochet yourself. HA!

I am so. tired. of. studying.

I am two finals away from freedom. Two finals away from the pile of crafty projects I have spinning around in my head. Two finals away from playing with my girls. Two finals away from cleaning my wreck of a house. (I really need to figure out a better system than relying completely on the husband for the last two weeks of school.) Two finals away from having a snuggly movie night with my hubs without guilt. Two finals.

I had a final today and it went... well let's just refer to what the hubs said to me earlier today. "It's good to get bad grades once in awhile...it shows your teachers you know more of the alphabet than the letter A." Har. Har. Har. I was so stressed out and mad at myself. I think I'll have my first C in a class since going back to school. That's a big deal when you're an OCD nerdy school lover.

New baby, school, and regular life all rolled into one is freaking hard. Sometimes I just want to throw my books and color coded binders across the room and/or set them on fire. I thought a semester pregnant was hard. Pffft. I'd take morning sickness during Biology Lab anytime over trying to teach myself Chemistry on 2 hours of sleep with a screaming baby. It's not just the lack of sleep and the waiting until last minute to turn in every assignment. It's the mom-guilt that I'm not focusing on the girls. Lily needs just as much one on one time as the baby. It's been hard to have to say that I can't play because I have homework or to plead in my head for the baby to go to sleep so I can meet an assignment deadline. I'm not going to school this summer and I am so happy. There's lots of plans and fun brewing and I can't wait.

I'm sure come July or so I'll be screaming for school again. I can't stay away from it too long, I love it dearly even though I bitch about it a lot.

So tomorrow bright and early at 7:30 AM (I still say that's psychological warfare) I'm off to do final one of two. Hopefully, by this time tomorrow, I will be home free. And I must say, I've never been so perfectly ready to fail a final in my life!