And, No, I’m not going to show you. You see I had kitten help and now, they need some work.
My WIPs:
Raincoat. I thought attaching the hood was bad, but the sleeve caps were worse.
Cardigan. I’m ready to start the sleeves.
Gloves. I’ll probably make the other three fingers orange and black.
I still need to make my little wall hanging for November and a friend needs a new pair of gloves for work. I’ve got some stash diving to do. Nails are dry. Back to the raincoat.
Last week, I crossed the bridge to visit my children. It was also an opportunity to buy apples for pie and shop.
I have decided to use Velcro rather than buttons for my raincoat. I seem to have every color but yellow. Well, so did the stores. After three stores, I decided to go with pink with white hearts. If it’s going to show, it might as well stand out, n’est pas? The raincoat is coming along nicely. The pattern is whole written with lots of diagrams. I can’t wait to show it. Of course, now we’ll probably have a drought.
My first pie of the season is in the oven. I can hardly wait. Do I have pie with supper or for supper?
No. I did not cheat! I knit mostly at night and trying to pick up stitches along the sides in black was giving me a headache. So, I decided, one was enough. It’s not the first time my socks haven’t matched. It’s more like the tenth or twelfth time. When knitting the second sock, I purled the black whenever there was two rows to help it stand out. I did Partridge stitch heels using both yarns. It’s a great look.
Ruthless Ruthie is at the vet’s getting her hysterectomy. The others are getting some much needed rest and relaxation.
My Hallowe’en socks are coming along. I’ve finished the entrelac cuff and started on the heal. The cuff was slow work and all the black slowed me down. The rest should go quickly.
And I would like to thank Jaala Spiro at Knitcircus for making this yarn for me. And she didn’t even want extra for it. I’m so happy.
I never get rid of an old sweater. First of all, I’ll mend it. But one can only do so much mending. And, let’s face it, sometimes you get sick and tired of it. It happens. At my house I have what I call the sweater chair. It’s high and sits next to the glass door and a heat duct. It’s the perfect spot for kitties.
Up a Creek in Lower Slower Delaware 