See the giraffes? A scrap from the first pattern I ever sewed, a smock. More sentimental pieces coming soon -- we have been cleaning the barn, where my parents stored every finished (and abandoned) project my siblings and I ever made.
After forty something years of sewing I am still learning -- this tape was not cut on the bias and created some challenges. But I still LOVE this shirt.
|Amy and Thea|
I drank all the dark brown liquids, always my favorite.
At the fair on Saturday there were white sheep,
and black sheep,
and llamas too.
|Ellen and Beatrice|
There was a grey sheep named Brutus
who was helpful with the phone,
first-rate at hugs,
generous with kisses,
and clever at dirty jokes.
On Sunday there was a blue ribbon jumping goat and his Nun,
and a leaping llama competition.
I came home with fond memories of time spent with some of my favorite people on earth, a few coveted skeins of yarn, three boxes of biscotti, and enough knitter's mojo to cruise through three knitted hats and half a crocheted shawl in the last ten days. Yes, I am crocheting and it is keeping me up at night.
Tomorrow I will share the other smock and my little knitting nest, which was improved this week.