Hubby and I are off on a road trip this weekend. We're headed off to Portland for a micro/mini car show. We'll be towing his 1931 Austin. Should be lots of fun and between the time on the road and sitting around at the show, I'll get in lots and lots of knitting time. Do you think this is enough yarn to take?
Ok, just kidding. This was the pile I was auditioning for the trip. This is what I'm actually taking:
Still a lot, I know, but I always have this irrational fear that I'll either run out of things to do or will have the wrong things with me. I always, always overestimate how much I'll get accomplished, but I know I'm not alone in that little quirk. Projects for the trip include a new pair of socks and sweaters for the girls for Christmas. You never know, I might actually finish two toddler sized sweaters and a pair of socks in a weekend. Ya think??
I had mentioned before that there were more graduation gifts to come. This beautiful rose bush was given to me by friends at church (it smells lovely):
This plate was made by my friends at work:
And best of all was the gift from hubby:
A class ring! It has my name, year of graduation and degree. He came up with the idea all by himself and said that I earned it. What a sweetie!
I've spent part of this week working on organizing my stash. It all started with moving a cedar chest out of the sunroom. We're hoping to do some redecorating out there with our tax incentive. We'll be looking for some kind of seating arrangement. The chest has held my stash, which I moved to a plastic storage unit we bought at a garage sale. I bought some space bags at Walmart and started inventoring my yarn on Ravelry. I'm also cleaning out and took a huge bag of acrylic baby yarn to the ladies at the Methodist church who knit for the Pregnancy Care Clinic. I still have more to do, but I'm feeling a little better organized already. And I was able to find yarn for Isobel's and Ivy's Christmas sweaters instead of rushing out and buying more. I feel very thrifty.
Maggie has found a new toy – the treadmill. She loves walking on it as long as I'm willing to stand there and give her a Cheerio now and then. I don't get much exercise this way, but she certainly does.
And speaking of Cheerios – guess what Izzy calls broken Cheerios? Cheeri – U's! The kid's a genius.