Pinky is 11. My lovely niece (in the previous post) named him when she was four. It’s a funny name, but good for a poodle.
Pinky doesn’t really swim. My BIL tossed him off a dock on Cobbossee Lake a few years back, and Pinky kind of sank. I grabbed his collar to keep his head up, and to keep him in the water and swimming to shore versus trying to get back up on the dock. This year they brought a life vest for the boy.
One more morning paddle shot for you…
The mist was so very interesting… here and there were longer, thicker columns of mist that really danced a sinuous dance above the others. Mist wraiths, guardians of another place….
I seem to be in a bit of a funk… I have ripped, yet again, the double-thick mitten I started. Maybe if I do the cast-on row in a different color it’ll be easier to knit the hem together… Maybe I’m just wanting quick and easy…. Maybe I should finish DH’s birthday sweater (now 7 months overdue), but that’s heavy and wooly and hot, so no.
I received some lovely Portuguese cotton from the ballet master, though some might think the colors are a bit garish… a skein of orange and one of turquoise. They are lovely on their own, and do have some appeal together. It’s fingering weight, two ply, is nice and soft and cushy, and has a nice sheen… I’ll get a pic soon.
The funk is that I don’t know what I want to knit. So I’ve been perusing some books and patterns. I think it needs to be relatively straight-forward and simple for now, and not too wooly given the season.