The Party’s Over

The visitors are gone, the birthday over, the surprises all done. At least, I think the surprises are done. Those sneaky petes got me good this time. Twice.

And the dishcloth drawer is empty. Not only did Dearest Sister pump the girlies full with hers, they drained me of mine, as well.

Not so much a problem. I have travel knitting time coming up, and nothing else on the Needles of Iron. I will be seeing Dearest Sister this weekend in our fair, if windblown, hometown of Greensburg for a bit of a family reunion. Only Brother will be there, too, but Wisest Sister cannot make it. We will miss her, and have less fun for her not being there.

I will be taking along some yarn for Mason-Dixons baby kimono, and a BSJ by EZ, maybe two. It will be an eight hour trip, more or less, one way. That’s too much time with only dishcloth cotton…for me, anyway. Ya know, I will probably take about 4 balls of cotton which amounts to 8 dishclothes...that's 16 hours right there. Now I start thinking about time knitting while visiting, and driving back and forth from Pratt...and I will through in a couple of more. That doesn't even count the sweaters. Like there wouldn't be a place to buy dishcloth cotton there? Well...maybe not...and I better not count on it!

I have been quilting, quilting, quilting since completing the alpaca fleece. While Dearest Sister was visiting, we washed, marked, cut, and coordinated the material into nine-patches for Grandbebe Bean’s quilt. Oh, it’s going to be mah-vah-lous!

Middle Daughter has also requested some homemade gowns for the hospital. She found the pattern on these here innerwebs, and it is basically just like a hospital gown, with ties and snaps, but made from our own, and therefore, more fun fabric. And with a matchey matchey hair tie. Really a simple enough pattern, and I am thinking I have fabric on hand. (But probably not enough. No, really. It will take a lot of yardage…) So, yeah, looks like I will be making enough for both bebe mommas.


Whatever. I can’t say no to those girls when they want me to make/sew/knit them something.

Such a pushover.