I’m making a Sunnyside Baby cardigan.
It took me a long time to figure it out, as the directions are terse. Gotta love that feeling when thousands of people are all like “such an easy knit!” and you can’t understand the first thing about it! But I persevered due to lack of alternatives. And sheer cussedness. (I also changed up the edgings because I’m not a huge fan of garter stitch because overthinking.)
I’m also, as usual, challenged by the necessity of knitting for show-watching vs. the futility of doing even the simplest lace-work while distracted by pretty dresses and handsome chauffeurs (starting Season 2 of Upstairs, Downstairs! *EDITED TO ADD: warning, Deirdre reminds me that she told me that Season 2 is utter trash so ugh, I’ll have to find something else.).
What do you suppose the odds are that I have enough yarn…
If you have my book, The Little Oratory, you know that I have a wry little comment in there, borne of long experience, about May-as-the-Month-of-Mary coming just in time to ease the heartbreak of seeing one’s few spring posies mercilessly yanked off their stems and grubbily presented to one with a loving smile. If we can, in turn, offer them to her, it makes it all better.
Note to self: One can never have too many tiny vases!
While little Nora blithely gathers flowers while she may, Molly helps me plant. So it’s all good and the grandmother’s life is a happy one!
Side by side with the pretty (as-yet-untouched) tulips in the garden is the massive amount of cleanup and work that needs to get done. Do you see that grass??
I feel like the toppled chair by the compost hack tell the tale for all who have ears to hear. We are about to be swallowed up by our landscape.
Things need to dry out and then the mowing and weeding and planting and fixing will commence! But at a painfully slow and advancing-middle-age pace…
What’s going on at your house?