Picot Progress with a Picture
All those days without Internet access...I should have more to show in the knitting department. I'm sorry, I'm a bit of a knitting sloth. When I could have been knitting I was...
- Checking and rechecking my internet connection
- Calling my internet provider
- Reading
- Watching mostly horrible t.v. (I'm not sure which is worse these days, day-time T.V. or very late night T.V.)
- Checking and rechecking my internet connection
- Calling my internet provider
- Knitting a little on the sock
- Knitting and ripping and knitting and ripping Secret of the Stole
- Checking and rechecking my internet connection
- Calling my internet provider
In the case of the sock - I do have a progress picture...
The yarn is a new one by Fortissima Colori called Fortissima Mexico Country - Serengeti - color #14. I think it has a decidedly masculine feel. Just my luck, I kill myself learning the picot edge and I manage to put it on a manly sock. My husband saw the colors and instantly fell in love, saying he would like to have a hat in those colors. I briefly considered ways to make a manly kind of topknot out of the picot edge for a hat - heh. 'Cause we all know I am NOT ripping out that picot edge.
I do like how it has a subtle striping going on with some not unpleasant pooling splotches here and there. I confess I had to beat the sock into submission a bit for the photo shoot. Yes, the picot edge has a tendency to flair a bit...but then so do my decidedly thick legs...so maybe it will all work out.
There will be no pictures of the Secret of the Stole progress. I rip about as much as I knit, but I am making some progress and I don't want to jinx it.
Winston has a new short do. He has been suffering from allergies, poor baby. Sneezing and itchy ears. A quick trip to the vet, and he had to get a shot and some meds to calm his itchy ears. The Poodles (Remy and Sachi) go to the doggie spa tomorrow. Group photo tomorrow maybe.
Winston was not in the mood to pose for pictures today. There are squirrels in the yard, and he is nothing if not on constant squirrel alert. The squirrels have actually figured out the dogs cannot get out, and have the audacity to come right up on the patio and tease them! So we had to have a little help getting pictures of the dapper dog. Unfortunately he was sort of thrust right into the camera lens, which makes him look like the only Yorkie alive weighing in at about 50 lbs, instead of his usual six lbs.
Who might that be lurking behind the "massive" dog?
(Notice Winston is checking the window for squirrels.) Why it's kiddo - straight from her one night engagement as the "Dying Prom Queen." Her sister is the manager of a group home for disabled, and developmentally challenged adults. M put on quite the "Fright House" at her group home, inviting other group homes to attend. Each room had some kind of "horror" - nothing too scary to frighten the clients. All staff, though in costume, were easily recognizable to add to the client comfort level.
In their room, kiddo was dressed as a prom queen, lying on a bed - being chewed on by her zombie sister. There was a mummy jumping out of the closet, and a pup tent that shook and roared when touched. The clients were all oohing and awing over how pretty kiddo was...until she would open her eyes and start screaming at them to help her. If anyone looked alarmed, kiddo instantly assured them she was just pretending. One young man from another group home, where M was the manager when he was just a young boy, has visited our home many times.
Young client: (always calls M by her full first and last name) Is that your little sister?
M: Yes
Young client: Is that fake blood?
M: Yes
M: (name of client) Are you have a good time?
Young client: Does a train go to through the tunnel? (This is his way of saying yes.)
Another older client, who has also been to our home many times, saw nothing else in the room but kiddo. "Oh! There's that pretty girl!" What he always says when he sees kiddo. He also thinks she is M's daughter - heh.
I'm not normally a fan of Halloween, etc. However M worked for three days preparing this extravaganza for the clients' enjoyment. Something they would not be able to enjoy in other places because some are physically challenged, and others would have seizures in the presence of strobe lights. Although the aim was to entertain them with a Halloween-type haunted house, M was careful to make sure nothing was too scary or upsetting. She goes above and beyond the call of duty to make as many fun things happen for them as possible. Yes I'm a wee bit proud of her.
Nothing makes me happier than the fact that one came into my life at age 14, the other at age 48 hours. Even though they are separated by 22 years, they are very close. They hang out together all the time.
Oh - hee - the clients might not have been frightened, but one certain teenager who is never afraid of scary movies (really Mom, I'm not!) asked to sleep with her sister last night.




























Recent Comments