Michael and I have had Terrible Colds this week. Coughing, sneezing, aching and all the rest of it. Michael had the better deal I think: he adores NyQuil. I refuse to drink anything that tastes like Liquid Death.
My boss had her first grand-baby! I spent the past couple days making a little present:
These were made using Great Gran’s pattern. She’s been making baby shoes from it for I don’t even know how long. I suspect that I wore booties just like this. Except the ones Great Gran makes have crochet strings and pom-poms on the ends. I use ribbon because of my tragic Crochet Deficiency. I just don’t get that whole Hook Thing.
And I located the needles I needed to start Michael’s brown sweater. Turns out that the swatch on #8s was too big after all. After three days of searching and accusing various family members of theft, I found the #7s in the bottom of the knitting bag with the orange sweater in it (you remember, the one Mom and I are supposed to be making together?). This proves that when you are looking for something in your knitting bag, it saves time to just dump the whole thing out on the floor to begin with – you will paw through it at least three times before finding what you’re looking for. Can you hear my exasperation? I’ll cast on tomorrow. Finally.
PS It’s cold again – you can tell because my spring fever is over and I am ready to knit wooly things again.