Sunday, August 19, 2007
groovin on a Sunday afternoon
My boys just left to go back to their dad's. We all went to Whitewater yesterday. It is truly an act of love for a mother to go run around in public in a swimsuit for the sake of entertainment purposes for her children. I can tell you that there is nothing better for shooting down the self esteem of a 40 year old mother than to have her parade around with a bunch of teenagers and twenty-somethings all in their barely-there bikinis, copper skin, and pierced navels. I did sport my own belly ring a few years ago, but the damn thing kept snagging on my jeans and it just became a painful ordeal so I took it out. I also do have to admit that since I have been divorced from the father of my children (a man who was very adamant about my going to the tanning bed and tanning) I am a shade worshipper, wear SPF50, and embrace my caucasianness. I have no desire to submit myself to an increased risk of skin cancer. Other forms of cancer run rampant in my family history and I figure its in the cards that I'm going to meet up with some cancer gene gone active at some point in my life. I certainly don't need to add to the cancer risk factor pot.
Anyway. The picture is of a trinity knot that I cranked out while my stepdaughter was at the dentist the other day. I did make an alteration from the original pattern that I found in a cap pattern, but have not had near the grief with it as I have been having with the peace symbol. I plan to incorporate the trinity knot in the instep of a pair of socks. I seem to be a sockaholic these days. Perhaps I should rename myself the sock whisperer.