Happy Thanksgiving!

This morning I watched the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade and seamed the Vintage Sweater.

It was only after I tucked in all of the loose edges that I discovered a Terrible Truth. The cuffs of the sleeves are miles too big. No wonder the chick in the picture has them pushed up! I am pretty upset about it. The way I see it, I’ve got two choices: a) get some maroon or invisible elastic and patiently duplicate stitch the entire cuff or b) do something Daring like unravel the cuffs and knit them back on with smaller needles and fewer stitches. I am leaning toward option “b.” It doesn’t involve buying anything or duplicate stitching. And really, what’s the worst that could happen (see Emily with a pile of spaghetti yarn in her lap, crying because the whole sleeve is falling apart)?

After the parade, we packed all of the food I’d been making for Dinner (one defrosted turkey, two macaroni and cheeses, two pumpkin pies, five gallons of peanut oil from two different stores, the extra can of sweet potatoes, the jar of cherries to replace the one that was somehow “lost” in the pantry and the congealed salad that I made at stupid o’clock last night), into the truck and rode out to The Farm to Fry the Bird and Eat. Mom had finished her two inches of ribbing on Her First Sweater. Drumroll, please….

The first installment in the Chronicle of Mom’s First Sweater.

So far so good. Now it’s all stockinette until the neck. Somebody shoot me…

PS Yesterday was Angus’ Birthday. He turned 12. This is what he decided to do on his special day.