Before all the stuff hit the fan last week, I finished my really ugly hooked rug experiment. Thank goodness. I like the hearts and stars but the middle thing-ummm, not so much.
This was the last corner to go and it was all over in a flash thanks to.....
...this new doohicky.
That's my new handy dandy frame and I LOVE IT.
It makes things so much easier in just about every way.
I've got plenty of wool strips leftover so I am all fired up to do another but I need to do some homework first or else I may end up with something just as awful as my first one.
Middle Sister gifted me this bag for my birthday and the whole kit and kaboodle fits in perfectly. Have frame will travel.
As for Daddio, he is home from the hospital and doing much better although he still has a terrible cough. The cigarettes, much to his dismay are history and he's once again wearing the dreaded patch of shame.
To say that things have been a wee bit tense around here is putting it mildly. While playing around on You Tube in the middle of a sleepless night, I recently discovered a new to me tension tamer-and this one does not involve wooly animal products.
Zentangle is the garter stitch of sketching. You just get in a groove and go. I bought a book of instruction from Amazon even though I am still mesmerized by the instructional videos. I never knew that watching people doodle was so soothing.
I've been up all night sitting and knitting but I'm not on the train to Rhinebeck. Not this year.
Instead of frolicking in the autumn splendor with all the other fiber fanatics, I'm in a all too familiar setting once again.
Yep. You guessed it. This time he has pneumonia. That pack a day habit is finally catching up with the old man and it ain't pretty. If you are heading out to Rhinebeck this morning, have a half sour pickle and a cider doughnut for me. Sniff, sniff....
I had a big finishing job patiently waiting for me all summer. Elizabeth needed her giant shawl collar sewed on.
I told myself that on the first really cold day I would do it-as soon as the soup was in the crockpot.
There were a lot of false starts. My seaming is not the best. I gave up trying to make an invisible seam and just embraced the ridge. The way the front flaps back, you can't see it anyway.
Since that collar was so long, I didn't bind it off. The chances that I would have the right length were slim to none so I thought it would be easier to fix it this way.
It was. I only had to add a few more rows to bind off to get a perfect fit.
Fresh off a major sweater blocking disaster, I was careful with this one but it was still impossible to get it patted out flat due to it's odd shape.
It took forever to dry and it being acrylic, I ended up putting it in the dryer to finish.
Look at that. It fits. I'm not sure how that happened. Even the sleeves are the right length and that never happens.
I hate knitting in waist shaping but this one does it with just a band of ribbing. Brilliant. The final verdict is that this is a great sweater that looks better than in these terrible selfies. Truth be told-it was a bear to knit but I love, love, love it.
Finally there is a hint that the seasons have changed.
The canopy is still pretty green.
As is the yard...
...but there are signs that things are starting to happen.
It's the smell that tells me that it is fall. These potato-like things that fall out of the trees are Paw Paws and they have a sickly sweet smell that fills the air and announces the arrival of cooler weather.
Everything is sprouting mushrooms.
They come in all shapes....
You know it's fall when The Mister starts sawing on the trees that were left on the ground by the two recent hurricanes and Super Storm Sandy.
He's also been out gathering palettes for stacking the wood. We made our first fire on the 5th. It's been chilly at night.
We don't need Halloween decorations. We grow our own. Yikes. I almost ended up wearing this guy yesterday. It's a marbled orb weaver. It kind of looks like a scary clown.
I didn't plant a single flower this year but I did find this stray impatient growing in the weeds out front. It doesn't seem to care that there are big changes ahead-but I do.