Here is a question I get asked a lot.
How do you balance three school-age kids, a three-week-old, two horsedogs, a marriage, and a business? How do you do it all?
Here is the answer.
I do not.
Most days I do not even do some of it.
Today I swept up enough dog hair to weave a sweater for my 6'5" husband. And a matching one for my newborn.
Tomorrow I will probably not sweep up the dog hair. In which case, the dog hair will pile up, and so the next time I get around to it, I'll close the door to my bedroom and quietly tap my head against the wall while I think about the atrocious living conditions I'm providing my children.
Lucky for you, I have a separate studio located several miles from my horsedogs, and there is no canine hair near the yarn I'm about to show you.
Here's the next sneak peek of our new collection: Bread and Butterflies.
I think dinner is burning right now. Something smells weird.
For real. It smells like burning chicken.
And -- I swear to God -- my dog Rosie just threw up in the living room.
Twice.
Oh, but look! This makes me feel slightly better.
Does it make up for the dog vomit and the burning dinner?
Maybe?
Next to me are two baskets of unfolded laundry, which we will probably just clothe ourselves out of rather than systematically folding and putting away. Today I figure clean clothes stored improperly are good enough.
This colorway is at the top of my favorites list. I can't wait to show you more of it.
But first, I have to spend more time snuggling Baby Shamrock.
Yeah, she has magenta diapers. White is so 2011.
She is fantastic, thanks for asking. She's a good nighttime sleeper (I take no credit, totally luck of the draw). She is doted on and snuggled and sniffed, and I wouldn't trade her for a perfectly cooked dinner, well organized drawers, and non-shedding, non-barfing pets.
Want to tell me about how you don't do it all, either?
Please?