Our tea party was a resounding success. We had 18 ladies here and we ate and talked and drank tea and talked some more. There were hats:
There were friends and relatives (well, the relatives were friends too – that’s me with Jan, my best friend sitting next to me and my sister-in-law, Beth, who did me the great favor of introducing me to her brother):
Even the dogs got in on the act:
We had scones with Devonshire cream, lemon curd and strawberry jam, lemon squares, little tea sandwiches and four different kinds of tea, and chocolate dipped strawberries. And not a thing was low fat!! Well, except maybe the tea. These are the napkins I made for the tea:
Next year I hope to make tablecloths to match. Yes, we all agreed there would be a next year. On the knitting front, I’ve accomplished quite a bit this week, but not very interesting blog fodder. Both the Forest Path Stole and the baby’s afghan have gotten longer, but otherwise look pretty much the same. Bill and I drove down to the Seattle area today and I knitted on the baby afghan most of the way. On the way home we stopped at a garage sale and for a moment I thought I had made a really big score. The couple is moving into a small condo because the wife has progressive dementia. She was a weaver and I found a huge garbage bag with skeins and skeins of what looked like fingering weight wool. We’re talking huge hanks of probably four or five thousand yards each. Unfortunately they weren’t labelled. This would be enough yarn to keep me in CIC knitting for at least 10 years! Rather than take a chance, I pulled off a strand and took it outside and lit a match to it. Sigh! It curled up and melted – yup, pure acrylic. I guess it was not to be. Maybe it’s just as well – I’d have been winding it into balls for years!
I’ve got to get busy this week and finish off this section of my class. My essays are done – now I just have to read and comment on the other student’s essays. Some are pretty good, but there are a fair amount that are just dreadful! At least I only have to read a couple. Pity the poor teacher who has to read them all!! And at least try to be kind.