THIS IS WHAT I DO. I KNIT, I COOK, I SEW, I MAKE THINGS, AND I TRAVEL, AS OFTEN AS I CAN.
Showing posts with label old house. Show all posts
Showing posts with label old house. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

WIP Wednesday

I've been inspired.  Not recently.  I was inspired... oh, about 8 or 9 months ago.  Every week I get inspired all over again when I read Turtlegirl's  Wednesday blog, which she calls WIP Wednesday.  Check it out and you'll find the longest blog roll of knitting blogs you could ever wish for.

Time for a knitting quiz. Do you remember what WIP stands for in knitting language?  Knitters are not eligible to answer this question.

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. Care to guess what the yarn is made of?  Knitted in the Fan and Feather pattern. It feels so good and it's going to be so versatile, a true year around shawl.
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 totally unheard of in West Texas that was as thick as carpet. Mom always had tons of flowers and many times we'd look out to see people taking pictures, especially when she started growing Oriental Poppies.

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.