In order to avoid another situation like the Great Graduation Socks Debacle, I am not allowed to start another project until Michael’s Granny’s Christmas Socks are finished. So you’ll be seeing them a lot. A LOT a lot.

Only four inches, a toe and a whole entire other sock to go!

Mom won’t send me a picture of her First Sweater. She has this fancy, new camera (that she bought to take pictures of her cat) but she doesn’t seem to want to use it. She’s been telling me for the longest time that she wants to rip out because her sweater is bumpy on the back. I ask if it looks good on the front. She says, “Oh, yes.” I say, “Stockinette is supposed to be bumpy on the back. And nobody sees the back anyway. It’s inside the sweater.” Now she says she has an Actual Mistake and wants to rip back. I say, “It’s in stockinette in Big Fat Yarn. How much of a mistake could it be?” Have I mentioned that my Mom is a little bit of a perfectionist?

Great Gran (scarf fever) is waiting for a delivery of ribbon yarn from JoAnn.com. A package for her was delivered to my house¹ on Firday. But that turned out to be a box of Fun Fur for a lady in Michigan. They reshipped Great Gran’s yarn on Monday (I assume they reshippe the Michigan Lady’s yarn too). This has forced her to work on her Gatsby Cardigan. Except she isn’t working on it because she is reading instead. I keep telling her to hurry up with the cardi so that I can seam it² and she can take it with her when everyone goes skiing³ after Christmas. It looks like she would rather read.

I did manage to take a non-blurry picture of the Christmas Tree.

Twinkly!

And I also got a slightly crooked⁴ shot of the house at night. This trees make me think of the Corona comercial where the one palm tree is lit up. Those pines are WAY too tall for me to get lights up in them. Maybe I could make friends with somebody who owns a helicopter by next Chrismas…and buy a freakishy long extension cord.

¹Our UPS guy brings Great Gran’s orders to my house because I live in town. She lives out of town (it’s about an eight minute drive). I think it’s funny.

²Great Gran doesn’t seam anymore. She says that’s the real reason she taught me to knit: so someone else could seam her sweaters and graft her toes. It’s not that she can’t seam (she did up all of my Great Gran-mother’s things for her), she just doesn’t like to.

³Everyone but us. We get to stay home and babysit the critters (Gracie and Dinah are coming to visit. Betty loves it when her cousins come over). The best vacation for us is staying home. WooHOO! Nowhere to go!

⁴Better slightly crooked than slightly blurry.