If the fog comes in on little cat feet, then a huge, shaggy, prehistoric feline padded through here during the wee hours and breathed heavily into all of the hollows. I feel as though I should be wearing a heavy hooded cape and pointy shoes and playing a lute.
I'm dancing a happy dance, because last night just before 10pm, Daughter bird called to ttell me that her Statistics exam had been graded and she made a 91! I am so proud of her I could practically POP!
The pumpkin has been finished and felted and will journey to knit night to join the others in the pumpkin patch. Perhaps someone with 20/20 vision will be able to take a picture so I can share it with you.
This Fair isle knitting is addictive. Just one more row to see how the petals of the flower will bloom, and then one more row to see how the patterns interconnect, and then jsut one more....you get the idea. How did I ever not knit this way?
Saturday is the big day...we'll be cutting the steeks and making the knit facings and the buttonholes and I will have accomplished a major goal on my List.
Sandy Poodle will model the finished sampler.