But first, knitting updates.
The knitting is done on the wind turbine hat, but the liner needs to be sewn. I pinned it up with stitch markers, so ignore the orange spot under the snowy mountain.
do you think small sky blue tassels on the pointy corners would help?
Mom said to me a couple of months ago, “have you ever heard of …pause… ribbon yarn?” (inside shudder!) She saw someone wearing a sweater of ribbon yarn and fell in love with it. How could I say no to mom? She picked the Lucy Lu pattern inBerroco Zen Colors yarn. She’s in FLA and bought the yarn there and sent it to me in ME. I am concerned because the pattern gauge is looser than the ball band recommends and I’ve heard that this yarn grows. Plus there is a elongated stitch row. The pattern calls for 13 stitches over 4 inches (on a 13), I’m getting 12, so I’ll probably try another swatch on 11′s. Anybody have any experience with this yarn?
This morning I took the dogs out for a romp, behind the airport, where we usually go. They were crazy, running back and forth like demons. Then Gracie shot off into the woods at the bottom of the quarry pit, nothing unusual about that either. There were a lot of deer prints, so I thought she caught a scent. She usually comes back in about a minute. I called, but she didn’t come back. So Zuzu and I didn’t head off into the other direction, which is where I wanted to go, but hung around, calling, and calling, and calling. Then we walked out onto the right of way, calling. I didn’t want to go far in case she came back to where we usually traipse around. Back into the pit, calling. Hung out on the hillside for a bit, called. Back down the hill into the quarry pit. Into the woods along a deer trail, after 15 minutes or so in there I decided there was just no way I’d find her like that, so back into the open. I was so worried she had run a deer and either got one and was gorging or had run way off and was lost or in a busy road. It was not inconceivable that she had gotten to I95. So Zuzu and I headed back to the car to go drive around. In the cemetary a man with his kid said “was she just loose?” He’d seen Gracie in the complete other direction following a jogger (yes, on the road). So I was a bit freaked and got to the car ASAP (mind you, this is after a morning at the gym, up and down and up and down the big hills, and my bad knee was really not happy). As we got to the car, another car pulled up and the guy in it said “I have a dog just like that at my house and I don’t want it” “yours?” “no” “I think it’s mine”. I am just SO GRATEFUL that the woman let Gracie follow her and they kept her safe. I think she was there about an hour. The woman said she’d yelled into the cemetery, but no response. Because…I was over half a mile a way in a pit yelling for my dog in the other direction! And then the little wench didn’t want to come with me! She pulled back when I reached to leash her (and I did NOT scold her or anything, I was just so relieved she was ok)…and then she didn’t even want to get in the car with her sister!!!