I used the leftover yarn from the gloves. I tried to like it. I left it laying about for a few hours. I put it on and took it off a few times. It wasn’t right. I took it apart. I thought about making a scarf. I looked at patterns for about an hour. It didn’t work. This was hat yarn. I wanted a hat. After another two hours, I realized tat I would have to make up something. I hate it when that happens. So far, I have a rolled brim. I feel as though I have wasted three days.
On the cat front, Flo is much better. She goes balistic when we try to give her her medicine. We have to wrap her up in a big towel. We give her some half and half afterward. Spoiled brat.
It is much cooler today so I cooked—nothing special, just meatloaf and potatoes. It was something to do between searching patterns. I should have gone down to Mernie’s and got some fruit.
Back to knitting.
Tags: Flo, food, knitted hat
Up a Creek in Lower Slower Delaware 