It’s a Lucy Neatby pattern, but I don’t know the magazine. I usually remove the ones I think I will make and put them in a binder after a few years. I don’t know the name of the dyer either. Ruth ran off with the label. It’s probably under a bed in 20 or 30 pieces.
This is Ruth. She may look the innocent, but she isn’t.
No female yet, but I can hope. I’ve seen one in past years.
I’m so glad I moved the suet feeder.
I wasn’t going to bother with this anymore, but a few people actually asked about it. We will see how it goes. Now. Where do I start?
Most of our windows were fifty years old and needed replacement. They were done in three stages. The last was a few days before knee surgery. I didn’t know they were coming in time and I got a migraine. Luckily my medication was not on the forbidden list, but it still took two days to work. The surgery was worth it. I don’t have that awful deep pain that completely incapacitated me and I don’t have to take any drugs for it. That included a ton of laxatives.
Here’s our new kitty, Tony, sitting in my new kitchen window.
It is bigger than the old window and one piece of glass. We bought this house in 2002 and never opened that window. I could do without mullions, but you can’t have everything. The cats like the new ledge. They “chitter” to the birds. More tomorrow. Well, maybe. I’m making Shepherd’s pie tonight.
My laptop has been acting strangely lately, so this post is a bit out of date.
I had to put my coat on this morning. Yesterday, I only needed a light sweater. And my feet are cold. I started the day with cotton socks, but I gave up and changed to wool. I bought some cotton for socks a week ago, but I can’t start knitting them until it gets warmer. It’s just me.
The kids seem to be waiting for warm weather, too.
A squirrel has discovered the suet feeder, so we need to get the trap. We haven’t had to use it for a few years. I have no idea where it is. When we do manage to catch him, we will take him on a little trip across the river.
My old friend, Joyce, is in the hospital again. She fell and broke her hip. Now she has pins in both hips. She has osteoporosis. She’s shaky and uses a walker. I try to visit her when I go to my son’s, but often she is too sick or has medical appointments. I worry that I will one day get ‘the call’. We have been friends for nearly seventy years.
Notice her eyes are half-open. Also, she had a heck of a time getting up on the buffet. Normally, it’s one perfect lunge with one perfect landing. She is very graceful and she loves to pose. A few weeks ago Sweetums finally finished assembling the patio chairs. He had left the parts on a pillow on the settle with all the catnip toys. Got that? And now I’ve got one very happy cat.
I was trying to take a picture of the hat in Superman colors. It is for my great-nephew who lives farther north. Should I add ear flaps?
We seem to be getting the hurricane leftovers today. It rains, then sunny and rainy again. Walking and shopping hasn’t been easy either.
The boys are having a rough time.
They tried sleeping outside.
They had to come inside and guess who got the pillow and blanket.
Will I ever tire of it?
Going to PT three times a week is really cutting into my crafting. I know it is good for me and I’m noticing a difference, but I can’t help think, I could have gotten so much accomplished by now.
Even though I really can’t stand it, I’ve decided to try organization. I want a designated space for my serger. I’ve found some great videos on serging and I am anxious to start. The end of work table #2 would be nice, so that’s where I began. I looked at the yarn that has been piling up. It has gone from bad to worse since MD Sheep & Wool. I got out some handled bags and printed up patterns. Suddenly everything started to fall into place and I’m making some progress.
Here is little A’s quilt. It was so much fun to make. I switched a few things and added some birds and planes and elephant family to help to make it personal. And the sun too.
How did this happen? My daughter loves musicals and my son loves opera. And I love both. And them too. I am one lucky Mother.
The Met simulcasts several operas every year on Saturday afternoons. I could go to Lewes by myself, but it’s much more enjoyable with someone else. This time, it was L’Elisir d’Amore, a romantic comedy by Donizetti. It was beautifully rendered. We had a great time.
Two days later: I’m still trying to catch up from this trip. It seems everything takes too long.
On the way home, I stopped at Cloverhill Yarn. I keep forgetting that they are open Mondays. This has always been a great place to shop even though it have been through four owners, I think.
Her is some of which I bought. There are so many wonderful things to make in my new West books that I believe they would last me until I die. Well. Except for socks. Maybe he’ll bring out a sock book. The neon mini-skeins are going to be socks, of course.
Olive is not certain she knows me.
Here she is. Queen Flo, aka Sheena Warrior Princess, looking down her nose at me. I tell her she is just common brown tabby, but she refuses to listen. She has been this way ever since I made her own wool hand knit pad. She knows she is special. No other cat has ever sat on it. She will not allow it. (And I have the rest of the island to myself. I didn’t think it would work so well!)
