I'm starting a lavender sachet (that's a color) baby blanket for Christmas. Last night I started three times and pulled it out three times. Tonight I'm going to keep going no matter what. I think that's what Reta would tell me to do. It's an unofficial practice run. I can tell my stitches are improving, and in fact I was doing a yarn over backwards till a few minutes ago. Now that I'm doing it correctly I can see it's getting an edge like it shows in the example photo.
Leah spoke with me a few minutes this afternoon and we're all set to have our son's first meeting to wash and brush horses. It will be 5:00 p.m. on Wednesday evening and there will be 4-H kids there too. Leah said she thinks I'm more excited than our son is. I let my guard down for a mere moment and my real feelings of anticipation showed brightly. A leetle bit too brightly! Yikes. I have to be careful or everyone here may realize the secret truth that on the inside I am a complete doofus. Currently, it is confidential information available only to those who read this blog.
So I'm going to sit on the sofa and knit and pretend it's winter. I wish it were cool enough to turn on the space heater but it's not. My feet are cold, but my husband will throw a king size fit if I turn on the space heater and point it at me. It's about 74 degrees in here. Oh he's so fussy. And I'm going to think. And pray. I have prayers calling me and I need to say them. Or is it, I am called to prayer? Yeah, I think that's the way you're supposed to say it.
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