RIP

Rest in peace, Sheba, under the lilac.

Your peeps are wating to greet you in Kitty Heaven, where everything is wild catnip and free range rodents.

You were a good cat, and I will miss you.

Why Don't She Write?

Well, it's like this.  I have been on the go.  And for a week, without internet.  Well, I could have paid for it, but see the new header?

Well...I didn't need the internet with that view a minute's walk from our room.

Since I last wrote, I went to the Estes Park Wool Market, and bought wonderful stuff, which I shall tell about. Later.

After the wool market weekend, which was wonderful, I picked up our passports from the safety deposit box at the bank, and gathering all necessary and appropriate documentation, I packed.  I even anticipated Mexican security prohibiting metal knitting needles on the flight back, and planned appropriately.

Armed with camera and laptop (for downloading all the photos I was going to take), knitting and reading, shorts, tanks, swimsuits, dress and shawl for the wedding, we flew south of the border.

Where right off the bat, the fancy smancy camera lenses fogged up! And continued to do so everytime it emerged from inside to outside. One cooler evening, I was able to take several photos, and thought I had 'the trick'. Booyah! However the next morning...camera wouldn't even turn on!! Seems condensate formed on some little contact somewhere.  It was torture as I was not the only one with a camera that was not functioning properly.  Fortunately, I, as well as others, had taken our little cameras that worked very well.

Very frustrating. At least the camera is working now.  Now that I am...you know....HOME!!!!

We saw Eldest married successfully. I snorkeled for the first time. We were allowed back into the country.

The following day, Lovely Step-Daughter arrived from Desert Crazy Town for a friend's bridal shower, and we saw her....for lunch!

Then I took a nap.  For 2 hours.  Or maybe more.  I didn't count.

More details will be forthcoming. I just felt the need to re-surface.

Lettuce Salad

Oh yes…

My very own produce,

and it is ta-ast-ty (mostly because I grew it myself!)

Exchanges

(2 types)

1^st – the material

While meeting up in the old hometown recently, my sisters and I took advantage to save some postage and exchange some belated and early (depending on who you were) birthday gifts, and other miscellany.

I handed over a ‘for real and honest’ wool quilt batt for Dearest Sister, and some handspun, handdyed Jacob for Wisest Sister.

From Dearest, I received a cutie pie Longaberger basket filled with shortbread cookies. What? No photo? No shortbreads?  Whatever…I have already eaten them in my efforts to not gain poundage before Cancun.

From Wisest, I received a stack of these vintage knitting magazines.

(You will want to clicky for biggy, as these models are stylin'...)

All for some wool!

2^nd – the verbal

Dearest’s Sister Hubster leaves the 90^th birthday party to watch one of two car races that afternoon, the Indy and some Coca Cola NASCAR (fill in the blank with mileage).

Me: I don’t know why…all it is, is driving fast in left-handed circles…

Him: (shaking his head as he leaves) I know…

Later that day…

Him: I thought about it and I decided you are right.  NASCAR is boring.  Nothing but going round in circles that same way.  I have decided to take up a new hobby…
…spinning!

Me:  (crickets)

We shared much good laughter, because he scored with that one!

Finished!

(And with 10 days before she heads to Mexico!)

For Eldest…

For the beach at Cancun…

(I know...it's not her, and it's not with a swim suit...work with me here...)

For her wedding stay…

From Vogue Knitting (Summer 2011), out of Filatura Di Crosa Brilla.  Thanks to Ravelry, I found extra yarn in Canada and a fellow raveler who felt she could trade for some handspun.  I made it longer than the pattern suggested.  I edged the slits for the belt.  I added a selvedge stitch to each side of the front and the back.

I think it turned out okay. I hope she does, too.