Speaking of casting on, I'm two segments into Makeup Remover Cloth #2. It's funny how much smaller this one will be than the previous one but evidently this yarn's quite a bit thinner than the previous stuff. I don't really care, it's just interesting. Can you believe I'm knitting something pink? Neither can I.
On my way to FNK, I swung by my favorite brewer's house and wheedled a pint of beer to take along so the knitters could taste the beer. Yes, I put the sealed container in the back seat. No, I wasn't tippling while driving, Officer. Hic.
December 10--Mark Gamba, Toddler in Puddle. There's something magnetic about a puddle. Children get puddles. They haven't outgrown the allure of splashing in a shallow pool of water on the sidewalk after it rains. If the puddle's on asphalt there's a good chance there will be an oily rainbow on it. Who wouldn't want to stamp both feet into that still water and make a splash? Why else would they make rubber boots?
I think I'm going to slap some pictures on here, get dressed, and head out to Walmart before the bulk of the Wal-Martians arrive for the day. I think I'll get ingredients for one or two of the things I want to serve when the whole family's here at Christmas so I can make things ahead and not be a slave to the kitchen. I have a list, remember? Toodles.
--Barbara
1 comment:
That is one happy badger. And the whole menagerie looks wonderful but you're going to have to make a BIG mitten. Your story about kids and puddles reminded me of a cute picture Abbi put on Instagram of August and Bash stomping around in a puddle sporting their neat boots. Timeless.
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