Well, happy New Year's Eve everyone! Hope you all have some BIG plans for ringing in 2012 tonight!! We will be doing the usual, staying home, watching the ball drop and just relaxing. After a few hectic days at the rink we are ready for it. Brayden played in the Salmon Arm tournament these past couple of days. They did really well but just couldn't get by Revelstoke (again!!). UGH!!! The Saints came in third overall so not too bad. The little guys from Beaver Valley took the tournament and that was great to see as they are dead last in their league. That being said, they shelacked all of the teams here, so I can just imagine what kind of league they must have in Trail/Nelson and area. Those teams would be TOUGH!!!! Anyway, it was nice to see them take home the win as it did a lot of good for their confidence. They only had one point this year and that's because they tied a game.....all others were a loss! It was really nice to see the little guys soooo happy! :)
Anyway - I won't get into the resolutions I have for the coming year....but suffice it to say that getting to a reasonable weight is on the list AGAIN!!! Will this be the year??? I do have a few knitting related goals I wish to accomplish too! I have a wack of friends that have all requested knitted items and I have good intentions to get a few of those accomplished this year (yes Donna, your blue socks are on that list!!) Tee hee!! I have also resolved to knit 12 sweaters and 12 pairs of socks this year, so we'll see how THAT goes!!! :) As well, I am moving forward with my yarn business and have just placed another wholesale order for that. Hopefully that order will be here soon and I can fire up the dye pots again. It's been WAY too long!!
Not sure what the rest of 2012 will have in store for the Costa's but I think it will be the year of change. We have a lot of "what ifs?" on the agenda so hopefully we can make some decisions and find a little direction. We do have some specific goals...just not sure which road to take to make them come to fruition. It's times like these that I could really use a crystal ball!!
Well, I hope that 2012 is good to you all, my faithful readers, and that you will find much happiness and health in the year to come. Enjoy your celebrations tonight and stay safe!! HAPPY NEW YEAR!
Saturday, December 31, 2011
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Christmas with the Costa's!!!
Here's Brayden opening his scooter (from Grandma & Grandpa) on Christmas morning....do you think he likes it??? Yes...yes....YES!!!!!
Here's our tree this year - it is a beautiful tree with minimal decorations this year and just twinkly lights. I love it!! :)
....and here is someone waiting patiently for Santa to arrive!!!
Hope you all had a FABULOUS Christmas and that Santa was good to you! All the best for 2012!!!
Saturday, December 24, 2011
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
A Knitter's Poem....
A Knitter's Night before Christmas
'Twas the night before Christmas and all around me
was unfinished knitting not under the tree.
The stockings weren't hung by the chimney with care
'cause the heels and toes had not a stitch there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
but I had not finished the caps for their heads.
Dad was asleep; he was no help at all,
and the sweater for him was six inches too small.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I put down my needlesto see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
tripped over my yarn and fell with a crash.
The tangle of yarn that lay deep as the snow
reminded me how much I still had to go.
Out on my lawn, I heard such a noise,
I thought it would wake both Dad and the boys.
And although I was tired, my brain a bit thick,
I knew in a moment it must be Saint Nick!
What I heard then left me somewhat perplexed-ed,
for not a name I heard was what I expected.
"Move Ashford; move Lopi; move Addie & Clover;
move Reynolds; move Starmore; and Noro - move over!"
"Paton, don't circle round, stay in the line.
Come now, you sheep, you'll work out just fine!
I know this is hard being just your first year,
I'd hate to go back to eight tiny reindeer.
I peered over the sill; what I saw was amazing,
eight woolly sheep on my lawn all a 'grazing.
And then, in a twinkle, I heard at my door
Santa's coming across the porch floor.
I rose from my knees and got back on my feet,
and as I turned round, Saint Nick I did meet.
He was dressed all in wool from his head to his toes
and his cloths were hand knit from above to below.
A bright Fair Isle sweater he wore on his back,
and his toys were all stuffed in a aran knit sack.
His cap was a wonder of bobbles and lace,
a beautiful frame for his rosy red face.
The scarf round his neck could have streached for a mile,
and the socks peeking over his boots were Argyle.
The backs of his mittens bore an intricate cable,
and suddenly on one I spied a small label.
SC was the duplicate stitch on the cuff,
and I asked "Hay Nick, did you knit all this stuff?
He poudly replied "Ho-ho-ho, yes I did.
I learned how to knit when Iwas a kid."
He was chubby and plump, a quite well-dressed old man,
and I laughed to myself for I'd thought of a plan.
I flashed him a grin and jumped in the air,
the next thing he knew he was tied to a chair.
He spoke not a word, but looked in his lap
where I'd laid my needles and yarn for a cap.
He quickly began knitting, first one cap then two;
for the first time Ithought I might really get through.
He put heels on the stockings and toes on some socks
while I sat back drinking scotch on the rocks!!
So quickly, like magic his needles they flew,
that he was all finished byquarter to two.
He sprang for his sleigh when I let him go free,
and over his shoulder he looked back at me.
And I heard him exclaim as he sailed past the moon
"Next year start your knitting some time around June!"
'Twas the night before Christmas and all around me
was unfinished knitting not under the tree.
The stockings weren't hung by the chimney with care
'cause the heels and toes had not a stitch there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
but I had not finished the caps for their heads.
Dad was asleep; he was no help at all,
and the sweater for him was six inches too small.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I put down my needlesto see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
tripped over my yarn and fell with a crash.
The tangle of yarn that lay deep as the snow
reminded me how much I still had to go.
Out on my lawn, I heard such a noise,
I thought it would wake both Dad and the boys.
And although I was tired, my brain a bit thick,
I knew in a moment it must be Saint Nick!
What I heard then left me somewhat perplexed-ed,
for not a name I heard was what I expected.
"Move Ashford; move Lopi; move Addie & Clover;
move Reynolds; move Starmore; and Noro - move over!"
"Paton, don't circle round, stay in the line.
Come now, you sheep, you'll work out just fine!
I know this is hard being just your first year,
I'd hate to go back to eight tiny reindeer.
I peered over the sill; what I saw was amazing,
eight woolly sheep on my lawn all a 'grazing.
And then, in a twinkle, I heard at my door
Santa's coming across the porch floor.
I rose from my knees and got back on my feet,
and as I turned round, Saint Nick I did meet.
He was dressed all in wool from his head to his toes
and his cloths were hand knit from above to below.
A bright Fair Isle sweater he wore on his back,
and his toys were all stuffed in a aran knit sack.
His cap was a wonder of bobbles and lace,
a beautiful frame for his rosy red face.
The scarf round his neck could have streached for a mile,
and the socks peeking over his boots were Argyle.
The backs of his mittens bore an intricate cable,
and suddenly on one I spied a small label.
SC was the duplicate stitch on the cuff,
and I asked "Hay Nick, did you knit all this stuff?
He poudly replied "Ho-ho-ho, yes I did.
I learned how to knit when Iwas a kid."
He was chubby and plump, a quite well-dressed old man,
and I laughed to myself for I'd thought of a plan.
I flashed him a grin and jumped in the air,
the next thing he knew he was tied to a chair.
He spoke not a word, but looked in his lap
where I'd laid my needles and yarn for a cap.
He quickly began knitting, first one cap then two;
for the first time Ithought I might really get through.
He put heels on the stockings and toes on some socks
while I sat back drinking scotch on the rocks!!
So quickly, like magic his needles they flew,
that he was all finished byquarter to two.
He sprang for his sleigh when I let him go free,
and over his shoulder he looked back at me.
And I heard him exclaim as he sailed past the moon
"Next year start your knitting some time around June!"
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