Twin needles make me crazy. I like the foot I got. It feeds the ribbon very nicely. I wound up using a little zigzag stitch. It looks good.
I’ve been wanting to write something for days, but I haven’t had a decent amount of quiet time to do a good job. I’ve been making progress on gloves and I want to tell you about the great time I had Tuesday. Maybe tomorrow.
Frank was here all day yesterday making a helluva lot of noise. It wasn’t long before I wanted to hide with the cats. He put in a long day and I thought he would never leave. He tried to scare me by commenting on all the bugs crawling out of the wall. I didn’t bat an eyelash. When you’ve lived with Doug as long as I have, you learn not to take anything seriously that anybody tells you. But, then, I’ve never been one of those squealy girls.
new kitchen wall
yarn room I can only get to a small portion of my yarn. I did manage to get some out before it was too late. One of them was my Coraline glove yarn.Coaline yarn
The orange is off, but it was the best that I could do. I wanted to get all the colors from one company. And it had to be the right kind. This batch is DK weight. I also have fingering. Anybody want Coraline gloves?
I’d better go. It’s starting to rain and I need to do a few things.
I’m going to see if they fit tomorrow. Then I’m going yarn and/or fabric shopping with my girlfriends.
My daughter called this morning. She was buying Disney antenna toppers and having a ball. It’s nice to know she is still my little girl at heart. They are in Orlando for a few days before going to Key West. They took two weeks off. I hope they have lots of fun.
I started these socks two days ago. I took what I had done apart yesterday. I really tried to like them, but I couldn’t do it. This is the first time this has happened. Red Bird kits have always been so much fun, but the Jazz Dance socks are not for me. I have a few other patterns in mind. In the meantime, I’m making gloves for someone who lost a finger. That should be fun.
I had my annual eye exam this morning. My cataract is growing. Bummer. I have to go back in eight months. I’ve had it for about sixty years. My brother hit me in the eye with his slingshot. We had recently moved into our first house and didn’t own a car. The local doctor said I should go to Wilmer at Hopkins. I didn’t want to go. We would have to take a bus, a streetcar and a bus to get there. I hated the ride. I had been going there since I was two for “lazy eye”. The best part was the blood on my eye. It rolled around when I tilted my head. It made my mother sick so I did it as much as I could. I loved it.
Another nice pair of socks. For me. I followed the pattern until I came to the toe and made a rounded toe. I like it better than anything else I’ve tried.
A short swift rain storm came through yesterday evening. The temperature has been more normal all day. We were able to walk down to the pier this morning without passing out. I also got some weeding in. I’m happy, but pretty tired.
I was going to sew. I never got around to it. I woke up thinking about blueberries. So I made blueberry almond coffee cake for breakfast. Doug ate two pieces. We went for a walk, but not much of one. It was too bleeding-ass hot. And it wasn’t even 9AM!!! We watched some TV and I did some knitting. Not even the cats were outside much. They slept most of the day, went out after supper and came back in. I’ve been thinking about ‘What’ll I Do’ by Irving Berlin. I think I’ll try to find it for my iPod. I know that it’s been recorded by a few people. If I could find Irving singing it, I’d be happy.
Whenever I am stupid enough to buy pants or jeans or without them I could kick myself. Where did that term come from? I guess you could kick yourself with your heel. But not me. First of all is the fear of dislodging my hip. Dr. R would really be pissed at me. Then, there’s the fact that I don’t think I could bend my knee that much either. Oh. Wait a minute. I have two legs. No. That’s not going to work either. I would still have to stand on the crappy leg to do all this. So. Where was I going with this? Does it really matter? OK. After three years of laying in my basket, I finally put pockets on my pink shorts. Oh, yeah. One sock is finished.
I finally cooked the Italian sausage I bought about ten days ago. I kept hoping the weather would improve. I gave it up today and cooked the things. I hate it when I buy meat at the supermarket and then I want to throw it out. I have to make myself cook it. It really was very good. I threw spaghetti sauce on it and had fresh parmesan cheese. I cooked tiny shells and peas. It made a nice tasty meal. Sometimes, I wonder what is the matter with me. Maybe it’s the sinus headache that I had all afternoon.
Here’s a better sock picture. I am very happy with the stripes. I worked on them for a little while on the porch this afternoon. The heat and my headache drove me back inside. I worked on my nightie, but I had to stop. I wish I had it finished.
Doug is still ripping up the dining room. Cora is trying to take up the carpeting, but she hasn’t quite got it figured out.
Or maybe she wanted it to stay right where it was. She’ll change her mind when she sees the nice tile floor.
I’ve been sewing for nearly sixty years. The pattern that I made was from a nightie I had bought about fifteen years ago when I weighed about fifty pounds more than I do now. I’m not worried about proper fit. I know it’s comfortable. I’ve made it six or eight times. Precision doesn’t matter. It’s just a nightie.
I started these socks last night. It’s Feather and Fan from Socks Socks Socks. I used Sockotta again. I think this will be my last pair of cotton socks for a while. I want to make my Red Bird kit from May and another pair for an old friend. I also need to make a couple of pair pf gloves.
Flo thinks she’s hiding.
On to the next pair.
I think my next pair will be made with Sockotta.
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