No, not this one. Or even this one.
Definitely not this one! The one that goes with these.
My gold-leafed Pier One beauties, bought one and two at a time until I had service for twelve. Where did I find it? At the bottom of this box, when I was repacking the contents into smaller boxes.
I was a busy, busy girl on Saturday. The kitchen is nearly packed up.
Same bookcase, bottom half.
Still not done, but getting close. And plenty of knitting during the day.
2.25 repeats of the pattern when I drafted this post. I’m down to 144 stitches per round [from 168], and it’s approaching 4” long. Bliss.
A happy sixth anniversary [yesterday] to Firstborn and 1BDH. A happy eighth anniversary [tomorrow] to Secondborn and 2BDH. [A swift kick in the pants to Middlest’s soon-to-be-ex and his bimba.]
And kudos to Fourthborn and Fiancé for neatly and economically solving their transportation dilemma. I admire a man humble enough to learn to ride a bike as an adult, when he was never properly taught as a child. Very proud of both of you!
[Her father’s car needs well over $1000 worth of repairs. He was hoping they would take out a loan to get his car fixed. They respectfully declined, as they are both saving for art school so as not to incur student loans.]
Debt is a beast, and it has puppies.
LittleBit has found a safe roost for the short term. I am not entirely thrilled with her choice, *and* she is a legal adult, *and* I understand and somewhat agree with her reasoning for not accepting other offers.
Five days until high school graduation. Seminary graduation last night was mercifully brief and blessed by the Spirit. Her certificate was signed by the Prophet, and somebody I don’t know, and our dear stake president, and our good friend Brother V. I was home with a tummy full of ice cream bar by 8:13.
- Five years into widowhood, after one year of incredible happiness and nearly 14 years of single blessedness. Have given up perfect manicures and pretty hands in order to resume playing the soprano recorder and to see if I can figure out how to play bluegrass banjo. Singing in the shower. Still really, *really* love to knit!