Thursday, August 07, 2008
You can see that THEY have zucchini
In connection with my plight of what I am doing with a big zucchini, I will link you to Shaun Groves, Zucchini Farmer,
a guy whose blog I found through reading Owlhaven, who has her own zucchini quandary.
Alligator in the Kitchen
Last night must have been good for sleeping for me. I woke up with a very full bladder, so much so that when Husband was in the bathroom running water to fill the cat’s bowl, I barely made it to the potty. Both he and the girl cat looked at me strangely, cuz usually the bathroom ain’t so crowded.
I also remember a dream. Husband says that dreams are just the mind sweeping out the cobwebs, trying to make sense of circumstances that happen while we’re awake.
I would wish to have my own personal Joseph, dream interpreter, like the Bible story.
This one, I was in a house with several rooms, plush furniture, and a pond which went from outside under a wall of the building to come inside.
There was a protective railing in the middle of the kitchen, so that the lady stirring something on the stove looked like she might be a tourist at the zoo aquarium.
I was sitting on an ottoman with a little girl baby on my lap, chatting with the lady who was stirring something in a pan on the stove. Acting like it was the most normal thing ever to have a tank of water taking up half the kitchen.
Suddenly, an alligator leaps out of the water between the bars of the railing and latches onto the leg of the baby girl on my lap, who begins wailing with pain.
A little white dog starts barking at the alligator.
I don’t know what to do at all, I couldn’t just pull the baby back while her leg was in the teeth of an alligator, and the lady keeps stirring and doesn’t even turn around to notice or help.
That’s when I woke up with my heart beating like thunder in my ears, and almost gonna pee the bed, and I was already walking a few steps on the hardwood floor before I realized I had forgotten to stretch my left foot a bit before putting weight on it.
The plantar fasciitis will certainly make itself known today.
Talk about being in the grip of an alligator.
for the first time in weeks, I’ll have to make sure the cushion is in my shoe.
~~love and Huggs, Diane
Monday, August 04, 2008
My Morning so Far
Yesterday at church, there was an oversize zucchini squash left on the table of sharing items in the Fellowship Area. I was almost the last person to leave, so I decided I’d bring it home, rather than worrying about whether it would make it to the fridge.
When son Chris saw it, he was amazed at how big it is. When I mentioned that I intend to do some baking, he asked if I would bring some to him at his job around lunch time.
This morning, while chopping nuts using a chopper rather than a knife and cutting board, I got a nice slice into the tip of my middle finger on my left hand. Same finger that was stuck to test for iron at my blood donation, so now it will be sore awhile longer.
Dang thing took 10 minutes to stop dripping, but finally two band-aids and a glove let me continue.
The gadget is going to the church rummage sale, which is where I got it in the first place.
I cut 3 inches of squash off the length and grated that piece into 2 cups for making zucchini nut bread.
Then I set the grater over on the other counter near the sink. When I spilled a bit of oil, I reached for the wipecloth.
The grater had been placed on its corner, so when I grabbed, the grater fell over, skinning the knuckles of my right hand. No bleeding this time, praise be.
Just as I was ready to pour the batter into 2 loaf pans, the mailman knocked on the front door, so I had a bit of a nice morning chat.
Some days he is the only other person I see until Husband comes home. Chris told us just before he moved out that he was kinda glad to be moving into the center of town, an apartment over the bookstore. He says our neighborhood is so vehwy vehwy quiet.
Once the pans were ready, I realized I had not pre-heated the oven.
So there they waited while I had to deal with Mahalia.
When the girl cat finds a slug on the sidewalk and makes it into her latest plaything,
what do you think takes the slime off her paws and my fingers?Softsoap milk & honey for hands? Nope
Dawn dish soap? Nope
Sunflower oil? Nope
Fels Naphtha bar laundry soap? Yes
of course all the others might have broke it down some....
There is 30 minutes left on the timer until the bread comes out of the oven.
I’m just waiting to see if any other small mishaps come along before I deliver some slices on a plate to the music store’s break room.
The rest of the zucchini = = hhmmm.
Maybe some ratatouille, or baked with cheese, battered and fried, or grate and freeze.
Time to pull out the ol’ recipe book.
~~love and Huggs, Diane
Thursday, July 31, 2008
The Treats Jar
A few years ago, my sister Denise gave me a birthday gift of a ceramic crock with a picture of the historic Blaine Bridge. It has a shaped wooden lid, not airtight, but enough to cover the edge.
I keep it on my desk beside my computer monitor for the purpose of treats.
Much of the time, I’m glad for the lid because it reminds me not to open too often and munch the goodies.
After the chocolate covered cashews ran out, I left the crock sit empty for the last couple weeks.
However, the other day while at the store, I discovered new DOVE dark chocolate minis with chopped almond bits.
AND I had a coupon for 50¢ off, which would be doubled!
I may have to put a piece of tape on the lid for security.
The wrapper from today’s piece of chocolate says
“You’re allowed to do nothing”
Too late. Husband and I rode our bicycles to Denny’s for breakfast, then he went off to the job.
When I got home, I emptied the dishwasher and played with the cats.
Then I sat on the back porch and crocheted a dishcloth.
I guess that’s close to nothing, since nobody comes around with a stopwatch or anything.
This afternoon is my Yarn Group.
I’ll be taking some knit hats for Show n Tell.
You All have a good Day, now, ya hear?!!
~~love and Huggs, Diane
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Able to donate
Today was one fine day!
After a good breakfast of a grilled cheese sandwich and a homemade latte,
I finished an adult knit loom hat, began then finished one baby loom hat,
then remembered about a Blood Drive in a building across the parking lot from where my Yarn Group meets.
I thought about riding my bicycle, but wasn’t sure if I might get dizzy on the way home. Plus, the humidity is way high. So drive the car I did.
Yippee! my iron was 13.3, nicely higher than the 12.5 needed to be able to donate. My blood pressure is also 10 points lower than when it was taken at the clinic when I was sick in early June.
Husband and I think my activity on the treadmill is beginning show pleasant side effects.
The afternoon found me on the back porch again.
I began and finished another baby loom hat, began another adult hat.
We had poached eggs and toast and juice for supper, then I drove out to get my new glasses adjusted.
The mall had very few customers, at least compared to a typical Saturday afternoon.
When I got back, there was still about an hour of daylight left, so I finished the adult hat.
As I am typing, I come to realize my fingers are sore. One from getting pricked to test the blood, and the other from shoving yarn down on pegs of a knitting loom.
Probably tomorrow, I’ll have to do a different activity away from looms.
Yet, I’m kinda on a trend here, and I want to see what other color combinations I can put together.
Sometime, there will come pictures.
Gotta go. Cat between me and screen.
~~love and Huggs, Diane
ps My Aunt Ruth loves the ADDI crochet hook and the cotton yarn! I shipped the box Parcel Post, no signature Thursday afternoon, and she received it Monday afternoon. Golly, the mail moves along well!
Monday, July 28, 2008
Monday Morning Music: Slipping Through My Fingers
The Decrepit Old Fool has a little regular series about Monday Morning Music so today I decided to join in.
A week or so ago, I went to see the movie MAMMA MIA! starring Meryl Streep. Loved the movie, wrote all about it somewhere in the archives.
There’s a song/scene in there when Donna the mom is helping her daughter Sophie get dressed for her wedding. The song Meryl is singing is _Slipping Through My Fingers_ which until that minute, I did not know was an ABBA original.
I had heard the tune butchered played solo on the piano on the “elevator music” radio station my sons never liked.
So I went looking through online ABBA albums until I found the one with this particular song on it.
My used in good condition CD arrived today. I was down in the basement and didn’t even know the mailman’s truck was already on the Court. He had to knock on the door, saying I had the most mail of anybody today.
The other songs on the ABBA album _The Visitors_ are typical 1980s fare, which I didn’t pay much attention to back then because I was busy changing diapers and walking the floor with teething babies.
It seems I am going to acquire a bit of education about historical music.
The cats both are not appreciating the stereo going full blast, so they each went down the hall to the queen size bed heaped with aphgans which muffle the noise.
Meanwhile, the Internet has brought forth a true treasure.
This leads to a You Tube video of a live performance of ABBA singing Slipping Through My Fingers and I must say I would love to have the figure to be able to wear those trousers.
~~love and Huggs, Diane
Saturday, July 26, 2008
Something good to eat, Something nice to wear
The Methodist Church a couple blocks over was having its yearly rummage sale, so of course I had to go.
It’s hotter than blazes outside, plus I did not want another tiring episode by having the wrong mode of transportation, so I decided to take the car.
The mailman was just dropping off the items which make up his livelihood, but I asked him to just put it through the slot since I was leaving for the sale.
I mentioned that I had only $7 cash, and he said that should be enough to get a bunch of stuff.
Although I could not find any shirts I might want to wear while on the job, I did have some good luck. I got a nice old calendar with Ansel Adams pictures, a little carry-around photo album still in a box, and a hardback book.
The book _A Redbird Christmas_ is written by Fannie Flagg, and I have read several of her others, so this one is next.
Saving the best for last, I walked through the room where baked goods were on display.
While I do love to bake, the thought of turning on the oven in July is too overwhelming, even with a nicely-tuned air-conditioner.
Yay, something yummy was available
a bar cookie with chocolate chips, dried cherries, walnuts
and Yes, it does taste as good as it looks
My latest photo is showing off my new glasses
Husband says it’s easy to take a portrait quality picture of me, but I think it’s because I’m looking at him, and he likes to flirt a little while he’s hiding behind the shutter. . . .
~~love and Huggs, Diane
ps in the second photo, I’m sitting at the picnic table on the patio and the clothesline is above and behind my head
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
New Hook is very Nice
latest pair of cotton crocheted potholders
A couple weeks ago I was reading a crafter’s blog, and she was going on and on about her ADDI crochet hook. It seems ADDI hooks are made in Germany and the comfort handles are a dream to work with.
I had never heard of them, so I went looking. I’m a bit tired of so many things made in China. I donated all those hooks to the supply drawer at the activity center.
I found an auction on E-bay where the seller was willing to take a money order, but the bidding went way higher than I am willing to pay for one more crochet hook.
Then I renewed my quest around the ‘Net.
Lo and Behold, Angelika’s Yarn Store actually in USA’s far Northwest, has ADDI hooks as a regular item.
I ordered the size to make potholders, one for me, and one to send on to Aunt Ruth.
The blue grass color yarn in the picture has been in a bag in the corner for a few months, ever since I bought it in the clearance aisle of Hobby Lobby.
It seemed appropriate to get it out and initiate my new hook with such lovely yarn.
I do like the ADDI hook, but I will still be using other hooks depending on the project and what mood I’m in.
~~love and Huggs, Diane
There’s no way to know. . . . .
Last evening I walked over to the Concerts on the Quad on the ISU campus. The type of music this week is Jazz, featuring members and friends of the faculty. Professional musicians on a makeshift stage doesn’t get much better.
The weather was iffy to be outdoors, but there is an ‘in case of rain’ alternate auditorium inside one of the buildings, so off I went.
I decided to treat myself a little, so I put a bottle of root beer in the fridge in the morning, then carried it in the side pocket of my crochet bag.
As I was walking through the north parking lot, a man about my age was taking his folding chair out of the trunk of his car. He asked if I was going to the Quad, and at my affirmative answer, he fell into step with me.
I didn’t see any cause for concern, we were just going to the same event at the same time.
There was no way I could walk any faster to avoid him. I had already walked more than half the distance from my house, and I was carrying my bag and chair. I kept the pace I have learned is comfortable for my short legs.
He started to talk about how much he likes Jazz music, and asked if I know anybody performing.
This also seemed harmless enough conversation, and I answered that I know many people who work on campus.
Even though I was walking normally, he was finding it a bit difficult to walk alongside. I took this as a sign that maybe I, myself am getting into better physical condition.
By the time we got to the corner and stood waiting for the light to change, he was breathing a bit fast. Those few seconds of standing still were enough to revive him, so once across the street, he asked if I was meeting anyone.
I wasn’t sure what to say. I wasn’t really, but several folks I know also like to attend these events, so sometimes I sit nearby. Usually, I like to be by myself and settle in with my crochet and watch what everybody else is doing.
And then I realized what he might be leading up to, as in, would it be fine if we were to sit together, what with a common interest in music and all?
I stopped walking and set down my chair for a rest. I looked full at him. I sure hope my acting ability came out good, but mostly what I felt was motherly concern.
Which is weird because the situation we were in, at age early 50s, is what kids in junior high go through.
His question had asked if I was meeting anyone.
He looked hopeful about my response.
I tried so hard to keep the expression on my face neutral.
I didn’t think I had done anything to give him reason for hope.
I don’t really want to hurt a guy’s feelings, especially one who looks like he’s been hurt before.
I pulled up the right side of my mouth into a half grin. I had to practice that look in the mirror after the numbing for a root canal causes my cheek to droop a little.
I spoke softly, a bit wistfully.
No, I’m not meeting anyone, but usually I just sit alone at events when my husband isn’t able to come with me.
Are you meeting anyone?
At the word ‘husband’ the look of his face had gone to crestfallen.
He looked away, toward the stage, and mumbled that no, he sits alone.
I sighed, picked up my lawn chair, turned towards the snack wagon.
Well, I said. The music will still be good.
I bought a bottle of water, knowing the root beer would not be enough to cool me off.
Then I went to my favorite spot near a light, set up my chair, and got my crochet hook and yarn ready.
A couple older ladies who have been there the last couple weeks seemed eager to see what my project of the evening would be.
The music was good.
Although I guess I do appreciate Jazz more in a smaller, darker, noisier setting of a nightclub.
The Concert on the Quad is calm and sedentary.
Afterward, as I was folding my chair, I noticed the fella about 30 feet away, over my shoulder. He had positioned himself so he could watch me with my hook and yarn while still seeing the stage.
He caught my eye, and gave a small half grin, then finished folding his own chair, and turned to walk toward the parking lot.
I spied a group of church folks, so I went over to show them my handwork, a blue and green potholder.
While I was walking home, about halfway there, the clouds opened and I got drenched with rain.
A summer evening I’ll long remember.
~~love and Huggs, Diane
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Building Up the Stash
The other day when I had an eye doctor appointment, of course I had to stop in at Mich*el’s Cr*fts because the store is across the street. I also had a 40% off coupon in my purse.
I keep telling myself to just stay away from such places, I don’t need anything at all in the way of craft supplies, but all the bins full of yarn potential keep calling.
I found a whole bunch of 4-ply cotton yarn on Clearance. I got enough for a baby blankie, and a couple to ship off to Aunt Ruth for her potholders.
I could only use the coupon on a full-price item, so I handed it to the lady in line behind me. She was buying stickers for her grand-daughter’s birthday party. It only saved her about 50¢—Shrug.
When I got my receipt, there was also a coupon good for 25% off the entire cart during certain hours on Sunday evening in the future.
On the way home from church today, I told myself to not bother with the sale, I don’t need anything at all in the way of craft supplies, but all the bins full of yarn potential keep calling.
Through much of the afternoon, I had tummy problems, and even mentioned to Husband that I shouldn’t get too far from the bathroom.
However, a couple antacid tablets and a short nap helped to get me feeling better.
I went downstairs to where Husband is writing on his computer. Whatever is coming soon from his typing fingers is sure to be a blockbuster nominee.
He grimaced and said “Oh dear, You’ve talked yourself into it. Well, have fun.” Golly, he knows me too well.
At the store, there were extra clerks on duty. I think management anticipated a crowd of bargain hunters, but we were a fairly tame bunch.
There were more bundles of the 4-ply cotton in the clearance bin, so I got a couple more. Then a ball of bedspread cotton in a color already in my closet, just in case I need to extend a project.
I traipsed up and down the aisles, carefully avoiding the potpourri and scented candle shelves. My sinuses are already at war with air-conditioned breezes.
I didn’t see anything else to pile in, so I went to get in line to checkout. The customer ahead of me, wrote a check for $230 after using the 25% off coupon. I guess I am not the only craft nut in the county.
When I paid for my goodies, I handed over a $10 then got back some coins and a single. Not too bad considering full price a couple weeks ago would have been close to $20.
Really, though, I need to just stay away from temptation.
I don’t need anything at all in the way of craft supplies.
~~love and Huggs, Diane
Saturday, July 19, 2008
Saw the movie MAMMA MIA!
Ever since my birthday last month, I have been anticipating the opening of the movie MAMMA MIA! starring Meryl Streep and Pierce Brosnan.
I got to watch Meryl Streep in The Prairie Home Companion on my 50th birthday a couple years ago, so I thought it might follow to see her doing another movie this summer. Not to mention, Pierce Brosnan would be in many of the same scenes.
Having anticipated for weeks after my birthday, I wanted to see it as soon as I could. This is also the opening weekend for the newest BATMAN movie, and Husband really wanted to see that one. (update) Here is his review
He went online and found a theater where each of our choices were advertised, then found showtimes as close together as possible.
MAMMA MIA! was on at 11:30am, then BATMAN began at 11:40. He would get there a little early (he brought along a book), then I would have to wait awhile after. We arranged to meet later in the lobby near the food counter, where the tables and chairs provide a good opportunity for people watching.
Which is what I did since I didn’t bring my crochet bag, but hey, we used fuel for only one car.
Anyway, the movie. Wonderful actors, great ABBA music,
but it was the scenery at its most glorious!
Sometimes when I am about to crochet a bookmark, I will ask my giftee “What’s your favorite color?” if she should say “Blue” then I ask “What Shade? light, navy, royal?” so I can narrow down the number of balls of thread I have to pull out of the drawer.
I cannot say exactly any one shade of blue is onscreen at one time during this movie. It could be turquoise, cerulean, periwinkle, azure overlapping.
Actually filmed on an island of Greece, for our viewing pleasure there is the sea and the sky, boats and nets, a tiny village, and stone steps leading upward to a lovely villa.
One must listen carefully for descriptions about the history and beauty of the island.
The songs written by members of the group ABBA, are actually sung by the actors themselves. Meryl Streep sang alot in the PHC movie, and I had heard Pierce Brosnan sings some pub tunes in the movie EVELYN, but this is ABBA I’ve known since my old vinyl lp purchases from W**LWORTH’s.
They managed to carry the tunes and get the idea across.
After the beauty of the surroundings, I was watching the people. Not just the main actors, but this was in Greece, so the folks in the background have beautiful dark curly hair and prominent noses, and confident expressions.
The dancing is amazing, especially with everybody out on the boat’s docking place.
But the ladies, the three actresses are the real inspiration.
Meryl Streep, Christine Baranski, Julie Walters are in their mid-50s, and they are in shape enough to really get moving, and they flirt, and they look like they are having a wonderful time.
I would have liked to have seen MAMMA MIA! a month ago during the weekend of my birthday, but this was definitely worth waiting for no matter when it happened.
While I was waiting for Husband in the lobby, it was all I could do to NOT go over and make an impulse purchase of some overpriced snack. I’m saving coins of my mad money for the next couple weeks so I can buy a brand new cd (not one used in good condition plus shipping).
So this evening I popped popcorn in the stovetop popper and enjoyed a root beer in the comfort on my own couch.
I thought MAMMA MIA! was some nice entertainment.
Which is all I really expect in the middle of an easy summer.
~~love and Huggs, Diane
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
A bit of Catching Up III
Well, Saturday evening, Husband and I had a double date with our middle son and his sweetie. I haven’t shown them the pictures yet, so I am not going to spoil their surprise by sitting a photo out here without permission.
But we did have a nice time in Urbana, what with supper in a sandwich shoppe near the U of I campus, seeing the movie HANCOCK (which was off to a slow start but had a nice finale) then ice cream while sitting outside on a patio soon after it rained.
Then on Sunday, well, there’s nothing quite like having an hour long phone conversation with my youngest sister to help a gal leap over the emotional ditch of losing a loved one. She also talked about how our friend’s son was clearing out the house and bringing over mementos.
I cain’t recall any one special item I might want, but every time I hold a can of Campbell’s split pea soup I do think of Gertrude serving it to us kids home from school for lunch.
Meanwhile, I have been dealing with pictures. Last Friday, I sent off 36 envelopes to family and friends.
It took the same amount of time to get them into the hands of my mother in eastern Ohio, my cousin in Fairbanks, Alaska, and my aunt in Tucson, Arizona. The US Postal Service is amazing.
I don’t have the fortitude to code them all in, but I will provide a few for your viewing pleasure.
One blog friend tells me that pictures make a post seem more interesting.
So here goes. I’ll write the explanation before each
my mom uses dad’s old boot as a planter for the last 19 yrs
during my whole trip to the Ohio Valley, this is the only picture of me, a reflection in the mirror of the rest room at the banquet facility
a church family friend, Patty, and my mom, Kerma
two of our sons came home for the holiday July 4
Husband set the camera on a tri-pod and we lined up by the garage
George, Lucas w/ beard, Diane in red, Christopher grinning
Husband sold the VW Beetle Bug
so Oscar had to say a fond farewell
the mug I won on the For Better or For Worse website arrived
I opened it right in front of the mailman, who says it is of good quality and nice size.
when I compared with the measuring cup, the amount of fluid is 14 ounces
Right alongside the mug is a card with the personal autograph and nice drawing done by Lynn Johnston herself.
Lastly, I’m gonna turn the message over to my cousin Brenda in Alaska, who writes
Hey Diane,
We received your seasons greetings. Thanks for the pictures. Your boys are not boys any longer. They are both good looking young men.
It was great to see the pictures of your mom.
I need to call her, I haven’t talked to her in quite a while.
Our summer season is at its best. All the flowers around town are in gorgeous, and gardens are finally producing goodies for the table.
We had our first cucumber yesterday and we have had several zucchini.
I tried a new variety this year.
It is round like a ball and about three inch across.
They are very tasty. love Brenda
I wrote back that her descriptions and pictures are really at odds with my idea about frigid Alaska. It looks like they get a comfortably nice summer.
We have come to the end of my communication session.
I gotta get back to crocheting cotton potholders.
~~love and Huggs, Diane
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Away I Am
The last few days, I have been up to my elbows in pictures, aka photoprints. Actual likenesses of people on special paper. My hand cramped with the writing of who and where on the back of each 4 x 6, then I stuffed some envelopes and made a trip in the rain to the post office to send them.
And if I hadn’t gotten some sad news, I might now have the energy to get pictures ready to code and post on the blog.
As it happens, a message on the phone’s answering machine, in my sister Denise’s voice, says that a dear family friend from the old neighborhood passed away.
She was 83, and had been ill, but I just cannot muster up any other interest right now. My mind is 10 years old again, with the memory of my hands are shelling peas on the front porch.
Writing is not my first place I go to when I’m feeling low, so for awhile, I won’t be ‘here’.
Last evening, I did crochet a cotton cross to tuck into a sympathy card for her grandson.
And this evening, Husband and I are going to fetch son Lucas then drag him, and hopefully his sweetie, to see the movie HANCOCK starring Will Smith.
Here’s hoping your weekend is doing fine.
~~love and Huggs, Diane
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Dream Hangover
For three nights in a row, I’ve had dreams about my dad. I usually remember more about him in the summertime anyway, but he’s been gone 19 years now, so dreams don’t come so often.
When I woke up this morning, the sun was already shining bright on the door of the closet. I couldn’t believe it was so late. I remember Husband getting dressed for work, and asking what day is it. That would have been about 7am. Next thing I know, the clock says twenty minutes til nine, and I didn’t believe it so I called the Time/Temperature lady and her automated voice said 8:43.
My mind is jumbled mess right now.
This doesn’t bode well for the day’s interactions.
the day outside is bright with sunshine
the bird calls are often and cheerful
I hope these are enough to send off what lingers from fitful sleep.
~~love and Huggs, Diane
Wednesday, July 09, 2008
Hats worked on half inch pegs looms
My new round knitting looms from CinDWood Crafts arrived awhile back.
We have e-mailed back and forth a few times, which is one of the benefits of buying from the owner/worker.
I am liking alot my new things.
The half inch spaces for the pegs makes so much a nicer, tighter, warmer stitch, using a single strand of 4-ply yarn.
When Lucas was home the 4th of July, he mentioned that he didn’t know I was still in contact with so many babies.
I explained that I work most of the hats as a charity project involved with the Needlework Group.
The kid is definitely growing into his own life and interests.
This little hat has become a favorite. I brought home a little bitty ball of pretty donated yarn, thinking it would be able to make a full hat. On the plastic loom, it might have.
As I was knitting along, I realized I was gonna run out of the nice color, so I went into my own bin of little balls of yarn to find a match. There was one small rolled ball left from a baby blanket of a boy who is now in college. Don’t ask me why my brain retains such silly details, but I keep quirks about yarn.
Note how it just fits over the wide-mouth jar. The booklet says this loom makes hats which fit a baby age 1 to 4 months old.
One of my pals at the Group crocheted a nice scarf of red/white/green yarn. She asked if I could make a hat using the rest of the same skein.
As I mentioned, the closer spaced pegs make a tighter stitch, so more yarn is needed.
I worked in some white and some red for a full-size hat.
The spiral effect is purely a serendipity.
These will go to the Donation Box in our group’s storeroom.
from there, social workers send them on to the needy
Next project is potholders and bookmarks for our church rummage sale.
Well, maybe not bookmarks. After looking at my lists and pictures, I realized the reason my head seemed so cloudy with tiny stitches is because I had crocheted 39 bookmarks in 32 days.
My new knitting looms came at the right time to take a different path.
This afternoon, I drive over to help Lucas with errands.
He is not supposed to take his cat on the bus, so I offered to chauffeur a visit to the Vet for shots.
Keeping busy this summer, fer sher.
~~love and Huggs, Diane