Crazy Crochet Lady (DaLocalWife)

Being married to the chef entitles me to lots of kitchen gadgets and doo-dahs.  Sometimes these outgrow their designated containers and a sane person would go to the store and BUY a bigger vessel to contain such chef-designated treasures...not me.

BEFORE

AFTER

The chef is back to working more hours and before long we will pass each other with a kiss in the morning and he will nudge me to say hi when he comes home at night.  Tis the season for a Country Club-type executive chef.

My only worry is that, left to my own devices, with nothing but kids for company aaaallllllllllllll summer long?

By fall, the whole house should be covered in granny squares and ripple stripes.