Stopping by for a treat
Got it!
This Red Bellied Woodpecker is so hard to photograph. I am so happy to finally get a decent picture. The blinds on the door were only open enough to see the feeder. I was sitting about twenty-five feet away. This is why I bought a new camera.
I believe I mentioned that I did not care for the pattern that came with the kit. I liked the yarn except for the grey. It just didn’t look right with the other colors. Since I have A LOT of sock weight yarn, I’m certain I’ll find something to put with it. After all, It’s just grey.
Here sits the stone for the new front under the windows. It took over two weeks to get here. Frank is working elsewhere. I wouldn’t want him out there anyway. The thermometer said over 100 degrees when I took this. Even Sheena, Warrior Princess, is heading for the shade.
Yesterday, I went with some friends to the Fine Needle in Snow Hill. Stacy is closing the shop and starting a different career. It’s great that she can do this, but we will greatly miss her. She will be open on Saturday at 8AM to 1PM. Everything is on sale. All books are $5 and patterns are free. The most that I paid for anything was less than half price. I got sock yarn for $1 and 1200 yards of 100% alpaca lace weight for $15. I bought a very nice kit for $15.
We all had a great time, but,I, for one, will miss the shop. At least Stacy promised to come to knitting group when she can.
I bought buttons, too! Yeah. I know. They’re brown and I’m a color person.
I am so glad that these are finally finished. I used size 000 double pointed needles. They took so long to make that I probably could have made a nice cardigan in the same amount of time. But, aren’t they pretty? And don’t you just love the toes.
I made them to wear with my Merrell sandals. Can you see my toes? I used the flash for this picture. It reflected back. They are not holes.
See? Day-Glo Orange. At least they don’t glow in the dark. If you are going to get a pedicure, you might as well go all out.
My yarn club came today. I was looking forward to it because several weeks ago, they asked which colors I preferred. One of the choices was reds, and that’s what I was expecting. What I got was one wine, one grey and one black. I looked at the pattern and I said, “oh.” I honestly expected so much more from Miss Babbs. I have gotten some absolutely beautiful yarn from them. The stuff the I got today was down right dull. I am so disappointed. I’ll be looking elsewhere for a yarn club next year. Hells. Bells.
This is the sock yarn dyed especially for Sheep and Wool. I thought it was a little tame, but it should make nice socks.
This my club installment. It’s lace weight silk and wool which is nice. Lace weight should be soft and lacy, not geometric. I have some yellow-orange alpaca that I plan to add. It should help soften the look. So. I guess I’ll go look at patterns.
Here is the product of my class with Beth. I liked these mitts so much that I wanted to be able to wear them all winter. Extending the thumb was simple. I had to do some calculating to get the fingers in. I thought about doing the squares on the fingers and thumb, but I all ready had a hundred ends to weave in. I didn’t want any more. I deliberately changed the yarn dominance just to have a sample of my own.
If I could be anywhere, where would it be? I love my little house on the creek. I can look out at the creek whenever I’m working. I can check on the ducks and geese and count the turtles on the logs while thinking about what I want to do. It would be nice if it weren’t so hot in the summer or cold in the winter.
How about a summer home in Maine and a winter home in Florida? No, not Florida. It’s an OK place to visit, but I wouldn’t want to live there. How about Georgia? Don’t know. I’ve never been there.
It would be somewhere along the coast. I need to see water. What about Savannah? It’s on a river, isn’t it? A river would be nice– better than a lake. And I wouldn’t want to be in town, but not too far out. I think about two acres would be enough with plenty of trees, especially on the road side. It would be nice to think of people driving by and wondering what’s down that lane. They would probably be underwhelmed by what they see. A one story house with a dog and some cats wandering around and Sweetums and me sitting on the patio. There would also be plenty of pleasant trails for walking with Gus.
When the weather started to get too warm, I would drive to Maine. This could be difficult with Sweetums, the cats and the dog in tow. I couldn’t leave them all behind for such a long time. They would have to come along. And therein lies the problem. Gus gets carsick. We’ve tried everything. Nothing works. And where am I going to put the litter pans? The cats are not going to be happy, especially the ones that prefer the huge outdoor sandbox. And then there is Sweetums. Sweetums does not like to go anywhere. Maybe I could just tie him to the luggage rack. And I can’t go anywhere without my knitting. I would have to bring an awful lot. Or I could stop at yarn shops along the way. Now, there’s a thought. I have to bring at least one sewing machine which means stopping for fabric, too. And I have to bring clothes, because, I am not a clothes shopper. I forgot about books. We can’t live without them. Now, how do I get all this into my mini minivan?
A solution: Rent a big ass RV. I’d have to rent a driver, too. Another mouth to feed. He’d better know how to cook. You weren’t expecting me to drive it, were you? I probably wouldn’t make ten feet without taking something down. I don’t want to think about it. Or I could rent a yacht. Maybe not. I would wind up throwing Sweetums and Gus overboard.
Somehow, we make it to Maine. Where is our house? It would be the same one story down the same little lane only this time it would sit along the rocky coast. I thought of Mount Desert Island, but I think I want to be a little further north.
This may sound lovely, but when would I get to see my son and daughter and grandson? I would have to keep my little house in LSD. It’s only two hours away. We always have a nice time at Christmas. Would I wait until January to go to Georgia? I don’t want to deal with any snow. I could send what’s-his-face down with the herd and drive my mini minivan when I felt like it.
You know, this sounds too much like work. I think I’ll just stay right here, in my little house Up A Creek In Slower Lower Delaware.
Since I had half of the yarn left from the mittens, I decided to make the matching hat. I had one yard left. ONE YARD! OMG! Was I ever lucky. I put that one yard in a tiny plastic bag. Now. Where did I put it? Does the hat look too big? It’s not. It’s just that my glass head is about an inch and a half smaller than my real head. It has to be, with all the crap it’s got in there. So anyway. I really like this hat! It fits well and even better, looks good on my head! The construction was a lot of fun. The cable brim is knit in a strip, then sewn into a circle. Stitches are picked up along the upper edge and knit in the round. The pattern also comes with a matching scarf. You can buy it from Beth Brown-Reinsel at http://www.knittingtraditions.com.
Frank made us a bookcase for the awkward corner opposite the front porch. Does it look level to you? Well. It is. Really. It was Sweetums’ idea. I’m so proud of them. Now we’ll have to see if Sweetums can stain it without getting it all over the walls.
Up a Creek in Lower Slower Delaware 