Things to Do

It got a little rainy yesterday, the wind having blown in the clouds.  I went out to sweep the fig leaves off the deck, because if they get wet, it's a big, gummy, wood-staining mess.  Trying to sweep them while they were being blown around was like spitting into the wind.  Still, I managed to get both levels clear before it started to rain.

This isn't my photo, but is what I swept up:

Apparently,  you can make syrup and tea from fig leaves.  I'm pretty sure the leaves have to be green, though.  If I'm here next year, I'll give those a try --- it appears green leaves are required.

One more reason I wish I could crochet:

The chubbiness!  I never polished my daughter's toenails, and this makes me feel like grand opportunities were missed.

Also baby-wise:

How cute is that??

I think I've found a pattern for my wrong color yarn.  It's a vest with a deep, deep V-neck.  I'll have to sit down and do the math again to be sure, but I think it will work.

Of course, going through the patterns only made me want to cast on more things: a hat, some mittens, a shrug. . .  I suspect I'll even be starting a new Wingspan before long.

The First

Rabbit

RABBIT!

 

Hanging In

If exhaustion hangover is a thing, I am so hungover.  I haven't had a day since yesterday in a long, long time.  May a next one be many years away.

An unsunny, windy day.  Perfect for Halloween.  I don't think I'll have trick-or-treaters, as there haven't been any by in a long time.  This part of the neighborhood just doesn't have children anymore.

Today I've cross-stitched, made cheddar cheese bread, raked through knitting patterns trying to figure out what to do with my off-color yarn.  Nothing is popping with me yet, but I trust something will one day.  I've watched football, read a bit, given Tap a back-half bath.*  

*IYKYK

Exhaustion

Today I am full-brain and full-body tired.  One problem after another, each branching off into more issues. . .

I just want to take a shower and go to bed.

Thursday.

My glimmer fabric is going to be the devil to work with.  The spaces where the needle goes are really hard to make out.  The scavenger hunt I sent you on was to get a tiny peek at the shimmer of the fabric at the top of the package.

Son is back in town.  Unfortunately, I didn't do an adequate job of carsitting: his little Prius wouldn't start this morning.  So he has my car, and, I must say, a miserable attitude about the whole thing.  I get being upset about possible bills, but you don't have to take it out on me, and you don't have to act like the universe itself is against you.  Sheesh.

I've been working on the glittery cross-stitch a lot today.  There are so many uneven Xs, but I honestly cannot see the needle holes clearly in a lot of places.

And that odd bowing-out of the window: is it supposed to evoke ivy?  This dang thing is giving me enough trouble --- no way I'm pulling stitches out.  And thank goodness it's a relatively small piece.

A TNT That's Yet to Be

I ordered three little project kits from 123 Stitch, since I'm finding out stitching for a while doesn't affect my fingers as much as it did.

All three kits are from the same company, and if you look closely at the very top of the packaging, you'll see something delightful.

The fabric is glittery/shimmery!!  Never seen it before.  I am very excited to start.

Twinnie asked about my mismatched yarn.  They were the same dye lot;  I don't know how the difference didn't jump out at me.  I got it from Joann, which is no longer here.  I'll hold the frogged skein for maybe a hat?  Then I have to find something to use the other for.  I'm still itching to make a cardigan, but there's not enough.

Son will be back tomorrow;  he'll spend the night in Chattanooga.  He loves that city.  I do, too, honestly.  I've been carsitting while he's been gone.  Tap gets very excited when I talk about taking Briton's car for a drive.  He does not respond that way to my car.  My RAV4 is too big, while Briton's Prius is just right?

 

Do You See the Problem?

I got the back and half of the armholes done before my first skein ran out.  I went to get a second one, and

So I frogged it, and the difference is even clearer.

How AGGRAVATING is that?  I'm not sure if I have enough of the white to make the sweater;  I'm a little too hot about the whole situation to cast on again right now.  

And things were going so well.

My son visited the Lincoln Library yesterday, and the Tomb today.  He has sent me some glorious pictures.

From the Library, a recreation of Lincoln's parenting style:

From the Tomb:

This gut-punched me.  I can't say why.

Haircut today.  Monday Night Football tonight.  Maybe some Bruster's ice cream in between?