I was in the grocery store the other day buying booze for presents when I spied little hat and scarf sets for the bottles. They were cute and cheap-around $3 but I knew I could come up with my own version for free.
After trying several "recipes" I gave up. Mine were just awful and they they were way too much work for something that was going to be thrown out as soon as the booze was opened. Now I have couple of itty bitty hats for no reason at all. Maybe I'll toss them out in the woods for the fairies.
PS: Thanks for all the sympathy and good advice on yesterday's post. I know that making lemonade out of my lemons is what's called for-but I am getting awfully tired of all that darn lemonade.
The Christmas Curse is upon me once again. Even The Mister, skeptical as he is, had to agree that I have no luck in the month of December. That's me, once again in the ER with Daddio but please hold your sympathy for the old coot. He took another nasty fall but it was all of his doing. Feel sorry for me or more importantly feel sorry for Little Sister because he spoiled a somber and significant family event for her and made a complete spectacle of himself because he's a hard headed old son of a gun who won't listen to reason or follow directions. All three of his daughters are on the verge of putting him on the curb.
Far from home and dressed in my uncomfortable fancy clothes, I had to spend 24 hours in the observation ward of an unfamiliar hospital with the cranky old thing.
In this chair-all freaking night and most of the next day.
Thank goodness I had some knitting stashed in my bag or I would have lost my mind to a much greater extent than I think I actually did.
All I had to eat was vending machine junk. It was a miserable couple of days but it only gets worse.
See this adorable puppy? All week long I thought that by the weekend she would be mine. I even went out and spent lots of money on everything the sweet little thing might need. She was a tiny rescue Morkie (Maltese/Yorkie) from a puppy mill and after a long and complicated ordeal, I had been approved to adopt her. I was walking on cloud nine all week in anticipation of going to pick her up on Saturday. While I was away at the hospital, The Mister got the call from the adoption agency saying that she was no longer up for adoption because it was discovered she had a heart defect at her final vet check. The Mister was sick over the fact that he had to break the bad news to me when I got home from my excruciating hospital ordeal. It's bad enough facing my first Christmas without Dear Old Doggie but now I am also grieving the loss of a pup that I never even got to know. On top of it all I am sick, sick, sick. I am guessing I picked up some super germ in the hospital and will be dead by week's end. As I said, me and Christmas have a history and I should have known better than to ever get my hopes up about anything in December. Let me repeat, bah humbug.
Washington Harbor's Ice Rink has its annual holiday festival the same day the House of Sweden has its holiday bazaar.
Since they are right next door to each other, it's a good way to kill a Saturday.
Both events are right down the street from Georgetown shopping. We found this guy in Urban Outfitters just hanging around waiting to have his picture taken.
There is also a new macaron shop. They were good but awfully pricey.
Back at the rink we got to see a kid skate right through the safety glass. It exploded right in front of us. The kid was fine, the glass was not.
There was a wedding reception being held in one of the restaurants that circle the rink. Of course the bride and groom came out for a much photographed skate.
The festivities included performances by some awfully cute local skaters.
The weather was perfect for skating and there was a decent crowd.
Even Santa showed up.
The House of Sweden sent over their carolers.
The little one should be on top of a Christmas tree. Isn't she an angel?
The night ended with a performance by a member of Georgetown University's figure skating team that was so amazingly awesome that the only photo that turned out was the one of her standing still. She moved like lightening around the ice and looked like a blur through the lens.
I really love this little rink and all its sparkly lights. I was so busy taking photos and watching the skaters that I never got around to skating myself. It's probably just as well because as I sit here writing this post, I can feel a terrible cold coming on. Ah chooo. Oh, no.....
Even though I have not been posting about it, the Wolf Pup has been in action for a while now.
One orange dish towel is done and the second burgundy one is near the halfway point. I am taking my time with this project because I really enjoy weaving and I want this project to last a long time before I have to go through the drama of warping again.
Speaking of warping, all that extra cotton I was left with when I miscounted the wraps, has been mercifully just going along for the ride. As I wind, I just pull it back and let it hang and so far (fingers crossed) there have been no issues.
I had forgotten how much fun it is to knit off a sock blank. I used to hate the tangling but since I started weaving this little bit of intertwining of yarn seems small potatoes. That's Daddio's crazy sock blank and I think it is turning out rather nicely.
I even started another two at a time sock project but this time I am knitting two very different socks at the same time-just for the fun of it.