Time for a knitting quiz. Do you remember what WIP stands for in knitting language?
While you think of the answer, here's the WIP. It's a shawl for my sister-in-law Di. It's made from Patton's Bamboo Silk.
It's getting so big, it will barely fit in the finished project... felted bag.
Jeff went to Ft. Stockton to on a job this week and took this picture of the house I grew up in. Doesn't it look like shat?
This kills me! My parents always had the best looking house in the neighborhood. Dad painted the house every other year and the grass was St. Augustine
I do believe they have replaced the picture window with a sliding patio door and a screen. Maybe that's just a rusty screen to make do for a solar screen. Uuughhhhh. I hate to think of what the solid hardwood floors look like. I wonder what they did with the huge Magnolia tree that was where that dead stick is?
Oh well, let it go. Two more days until the weekend and I really don't have anything to do at work tomorrow. What's up with that?
Jeff just called to inform me that one of Jolea's friends is stopping by on her way from California to Florida, I better dig the loose change out of the couch.
9 comments:
not being a knitter I have no idea - obviously it is not work in progress so it must have something to do with whipping a pearl stitch .... looks lovely too by the way.
So industrious.
I know the feeling seeing the old house - it's how I felt when I saw the house I am in now for the first time... it was so run down. Now I like to imagine that I have actually improved on things...
No Sigga, it's not finished....
Your house looks great.
You can never go back! But I love your old house. It looks like the era with a few alterations! Heaven forbid I see my house in Big Spring!! That was 1962!! Must be the bario now!
HAHA I can't believe you finally got to meet Judy and Ian... They said thanks a bunch for letting them crash.
Ohhhhh felted bag.
Uhhhh bummer on the house.
So hard to go back sometimes. Everything seems to look smaller and not as great as it once was. Hang on to your memories. Your family's love is what made it special.
My mom used to knit. I loved (almost) everything that she made. I have no idea why she quit. I'm gonna try to talk her into doing it again. If she still can, it would be good for her. Give the old broad something to do.
Hey, no pix of food on the blog lately. What's up with that? I don't mean to offend but I don't come here just for the news and the insight into your life, I wanna leave here hungry.
Thanks Heather, after using it a bit, I think I should have made the straps much longer.
Me, you are right about what you remember. Hubby remembers scaling a huge mountain out behind their childhood home. When he went back it was barely a high spot on the horizon. He claims it was a victim of wind erosion.
Brian, knitting keeps the mind active so it would be great for your mom to take it up again. Surprise her with a visit to the local yarn store and remind her of how much you loved the things she had knitted for you. Who knows, you may just jump start her.
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