We even got a fancy icomfort super duper, lots of money bed, a few months back..He sleeps like a baby..I'm up knitting,cooking, reading..etc. He likes a flat bed, I sleep with my head elevated a bit..he stretches out, I curl up..I like to get into cold sheets...he has to have it warm..tho he does sleep commando.. Griz hates a warm house, so the whole house is kept cool and we just bundle up when chilly... but I took pity on him and bought a new bedding set made of fleece...everything is made of fleece..sheet's, pillowcases, and the duvet is a down alternative, (hey..save a goose!) wrapped in fleece... the bed is now so soft and comfo.. it invites you in to snuggle up..
For YOP, I started this sweater, my 1st ever for knitting..
Berreco, but I an not using the recommended yarn..I'm trying to use up some cotton from my stash..I want to buy some new cotton I found on line..but can't till I use this up..so this is my attempt, it is supposed to be a very simple pattern..
I also saw some really cute sock yarn, so I'm making a sockhead hat, from Bohoknits..trying to use up so old sock yarn..
I am not ready to tackle sock making again just yet..so I'm just getting used to working with such a small fiber...
This is mindless knitting..just miles of stockinette stitch after the rib..it is a good take along anywhere project..
I hope it comes out well enough to actually gift it to a nephew...
I also started a fish hat and am just about to work the tail...another gift..I hope..
We had a great nor'easter blow through this week...we had no damage from Sandy, but this gale did some damage..
Finally..Thank heavens the elections are over..If I had to endure another political ad..anywhere, I would have lost my mind!
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
Lest we never forget.. mary