So far, I’ve been knitting a sweater that has only gotten smaller. I started it and finished the body in November. I spent weeks trying to get the first sleeve to cooperate and then I finally frogged the whole thing.
Now I have restarted the Funky Grandpa sweater, confident that it will be done by June.
Don’t mock me.
We’ve had some C O L D days. Yes, it’s Winter but we’ve never had it so cold that our heating unit couldn’t keep up. It never got above 63 degrees, inside (57 in the bedroom). We learned to adapt.
The snow wasn’t without it’s beautiful parts.
This was beautiful until the town plowed our driveway in and I promptly got stuck on the “hump”, while trying to drive out. My car was halfway in the street for 40 minutes, as I tried to dig myself out…get into car and rock it back and forth…lather, rinse, repeat. A town worker drove by (lucky me) right before a friend of Tom’s came to help free me.
And when the temperature went from -5 degrees to the low 40’s along with rain, it was transformed again.
By the time you read this, I’ll have already gotten up before 4am, hopped on a plane and landed in Georgia, with Jane in tow. I’ll be semi-zonked out on Dramamine and a LOVELY companion for the day. We arrive so early that the only thing for us to do will be to wander around a mall until our hotel room is ready.
Thank goodness the mall has a Starbucks. (Rox knows that Glory needs her mocha.)
Now, on to the conclusion of my hair saga…
Not exactly a rainbow but I couldn’t let that blonde stay.
One before and three after.
I kept the blue on for 6 hours and it still was a light shade of turquoise – see the tiny spot at the part, in the bottom right picture? – so then I slapped on more After Midnight Blue and…oh, what the hell…put some Vampire Red on there, too. (All Manic Panic colors)
I ended up with a cool purple, blue and red. You can’t really see the red – bottom left – because most of it is under the top layer of hair.
It’s subtle, indoors but I’m sure it’ll be more intense in the sunlight.
See? Just a hint of color.
So, this is the hair that’s going to Stitches South. Hope to see you there!
I forgot to include one of yesterday’s stops – and it was a really important one!
A visit to The Bakery, in Commack. I bought so much stuff that I had to leave some of it in my car, because I knew I’d just have to take it back out when I left.
Up and out, with a quick trip to Targhay (Target, for those not familiar with the fancy name) for essentials.
When staying in a hotel that’s clean and not creepy but not four star, one of the essentials is having your own tissues. If you’re one of those people that never needs tissues – unheard of – or someone that likes blowing your nose or wiping your eyes with sandpaper, then you’re good to go.
Popped over to Dad’s, “suited up”
and set to work.
Here’s the before and after, which took me approximately 3.5 hours to clear. (Rox – look away!)
This is a beautiful typewriter desk that my Dad made for my Mom. The large door at the top swings and there’s a sliding platform inside.
I’m amazed at all of the pieces that my Dad made. I was living there when he made them but still, it breaks my heart that most of them will have to go somewhere other than my house or my brother’s.
With Mom’s words of “Check everything” echoing in my head, I only managed to clear out those little drawers along the top. I’d say that 95% went into the garbage – tons of dog pedigrees, recipes cut from the newspaper, etc. – but there were a few things for me to hang on to.