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Four 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!

Sunday, August 30, 2009

The Last Twelve Drops

Good essay. Not one of the links I had sent myself from work, but a good jumping-off point. [Too bad I’m too tired to jump.]

I think I managed to savor every drop of joy yesterday. I measured Fourthborn’s doll six ways from Sunday and have saved the measurements to a chart. I also made necklaces, one for her Larxene (pronounced larkSHEEN) and a larger one for my Cuprit. I need to attach clasps to both necklaces, but the hard part is done. I used all but 21 beads from 2.5 packets of Mill Hill 8° beads leftover from MS3. These are the same beads I used for the peplum of Cuprit’s sweater. Depending on the cuff treatment I choose, I may or may not need to buy another packet. But in theory at least, a good example of “use it up”.



Significant progress on Firstborn’s second sock, shown here with its probably-finished mate so nobody can accuse a certain knitter of cheating.



My VT companion and I visited one of the sisters on our route. She also helped me find new homes for four of my seven lamps. There is light at the end of my organizing tunnel; it’s just not coming from any of my lamps.

There may have been ice cream cones when we completed our visiting teaching. I might also have bought a half gallon of OJ and another of low-fat buttermilk. The buttermilk might have been delicious, but I will spare you a photograph of the streaky glass. Instead, I will share this:



I don’t know what you call baseboards when they are tile or carpet instead of wood. This is in the loo on my floor at work, and I was delighted by the tidy job of mitering that somebody took the time to do. So I warned the other occupants that there would be a flash going off, and why, and I took a picture. I don’t care if they think I’m weird. One of the blessings of living to this age is doing pretty much as I please, as long as it does not set me against the commandments or the law of gravity.

3 comments:

AlisonH said...

It is definitely nice when someone cares about their work and does it just right. I bet they would have loved to have known you posted that.

Jenni said...

You are so strange but you make me laugh so I guess it is ok.

Barb McMahon said...

Thanks so much for the link, Lynn! I really appreciate it!