Tonight was the caregivers support group meeting I've been attending for the last few months. I took along my preemie hat knitting bag, cast on the tiniest one, and got it almost done except for binding off the top of the I-cord top stem. It's so cute and it'd fit on a plum. Such a tiny thing, it took no time at all to knit.
April 10--Jan Jansen, Build Me Up.
With five stacked soles
this mule is a real
ankle-breaker of a shoe.
Silver, blue, white, yellow, red--
teeter on them all
or
wear one at a time.
Maybe it's the shoe version
of a concept car,
exciting to look at
but not meant for
every day wear.
~~~~~
I woke up this morning in the midst of a dream where I had a job cooking for a young woman rancher out in Montana so I was planning what I could make that she and her ranch hand would like to eat and what I could find in her poorly-supplied kitchen to cook in and put the food in to store it. All day long visions of pans of chicken and rice casserole and jars of spaghetti sauce have been popping into my mind. Very strange what sticks in your head, isn't it? Still no earring but I hadn't given up--yet.
--Barbara
1 comment:
I cannot imagine a baby tiny enough to sport that too cute preemie hat. But then I also can't remember seeing or holding a tiny baby for a very long time. Abbi and JP's middle boy, I guess, and he's three already and they've produced another little guy I've yet to see -- in person, that is. Only via Instagram -- but that works for me.
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