I meant to take a picture of my new hat today, but I didn’t think of it until evening. I like to take knitting pictures in daylight. I drove up to Dover to see what was on sale at Viking and Joanne’s. I was disappointed at how few embroidery designs they had, but I did buy a couple gadgets. There was a lot heavy traffic on the way home. I was wandering why, then I realized it was probably weekenders. There were several different state tags.
Well. That’s about it.
Flora Dora
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.
Olive was walking on top of my Tupperware canisters when she fell into the rice container. Needless to say, she was surprised. We all were. She only weighs nine pounds. It cracked into three pieces. So I called them. I know they are about thirty years old, but what the helll. I had to pay for shipping. My set consists of seven canisters. They’re my kitchen. 
I’ve been making the lace panel gloves from the Fall 2009 Vogue Knitting. I made a few changes. I stared the panel in the ribbing and the little finger starts two rows before the other fingers. It’s a better fit. Yarn used is from Socks that Rock in color Seastone. I’m hoping to make a beret to go with them.
I managed to take a picture of the purple gloves before Flora made off with one. I was able to distract her with Skunky.
I’ve been trying to catch up with things that I’ve been putting off for months now that’s it’s gotten too hot to be outside.
Wednesday, I made myself get down to Salisbury by 9AM to get my permanent teeth. After a short(YEAH!) wait, I got to sit back for a while with sticky gunk in my mouth. After a longer wait, I got to try on a wax impression with teeth. Then, I was told to go away and come back at 2PM. Well. I was hungry. All I had had was warmed up coffee. I decided a nice breakfast was in order. Doug was interested, so I went out by myself. It was actually nice not having to make small talk. I took a book with me and finished it. I also stopped at Mernie’s and bought corn and peaches. Corn on the cob is a great way to test new teeth. Also, the peaches have been exceptionalthis year. I wandered back to the dentist office. I was number 11 on the list, but I was the fifth one called. My new teeth feel different, but they don’t hurt. They look better. They look natural and they don’t push my mouth out like the old ones. What more can I ask? And, yes, I ate corn on the cob for supper that same day.
For my knitting friends, I will be adding two new pages soon. I writing basic glove patterns using worsted and sport weight yarn.
Dog Bed
Gus is so kitten-pecked! Sometimes I think that I would like to have a little dog, but Gus can’t stand them. He has a fit whenever he sees one. Maybe he’s afraid they will cut into his kitty time. There was an adorable little dog with the cats at one of the shelters. The woman said she loves the cats. He would have been perfect. Do you think Gus can read my mind?
I have been trying to take a picture of Flo with her Skunky for weeks. I finally got one this evening. She runs around with it in her mouth. She sticks it in a corner when she eats. And she talks to it. As wild as she is, I think she would be a good mother. She’ll never get that chance. I got her from a ‘No Kill’ shelter. She’s been spayed and that’s fine with me. As far as I’m concerned, it’s the way to go. Look at these sweet faces. They deserve a long and happy life and we intend t give them one.
Cora Bora
Up a Creek in Lower Slower Delaware 