I found my knitting bag at work today. There is a little progress on my Jaywalkers:
I've completed the gusset decreases, so I shouldn't have any trouble finishing them in the next week or so.
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
Haley's NEW Roses
OK, here's version 2, with narrow bands of pink on the cuff to set off the rose panel. Better? I think so. This one is in Lang Jawoll. Beauty!
Was going to post a progress photo of my Jaywalkers, but I can't find them! I think I either left the bag at work, or carried it to a restaurant over the weekend and left it there. This is what happens when you have too many projects going on at one time. It's a good thing I only had one child...
So my niece posted at her blog that her son (6 years old, I think) decided to move out. Read about it here. It reminded me of a story my husband's aunt told me many years ago.
Said aunt has three children about my age, each more wonderful than the last. One of them, let's call him 'Will', came to the decision when he was about five years old that he had had enough! and it was time for him to move on. 'Will' packed a bag, with his mother's help. He took no food, but he included a stocking cap, in case it got cold (it was summer!). He packed no underwear, because he didn't know where he would be staying, and he "...didn't want to have to change his underwear in front of people". 'Will's' mother helped him fold his clothes neatly, closed the suitcase carefully, told him to be careful and write (when he learned how!) kissed him good-bye, and sent him out the door (it was a different time then, and little kids could walk down country roads carrying small suitcases without ending up on a milk bottle). Of course, as he left, his mother said, "It's too bad you're leaving before supper -- we're having your favorite tonight!"
'Will' made it about half-a-mile down the road before he reconsidered. When he returned to the house, he informed his mother that it would be a shame to waste all that food, and he guessed he could still run away tomorrow. She agreed.
He never did, though!
OK, here's version 2, with narrow bands of pink on the cuff to set off the rose panel. Better? I think so. This one is in Lang Jawoll. Beauty!Was going to post a progress photo of my Jaywalkers, but I can't find them! I think I either left the bag at work, or carried it to a restaurant over the weekend and left it there. This is what happens when you have too many projects going on at one time. It's a good thing I only had one child...
So my niece posted at her blog that her son (6 years old, I think) decided to move out. Read about it here. It reminded me of a story my husband's aunt told me many years ago.
Said aunt has three children about my age, each more wonderful than the last. One of them, let's call him 'Will', came to the decision when he was about five years old that he had had enough! and it was time for him to move on. 'Will' packed a bag, with his mother's help. He took no food, but he included a stocking cap, in case it got cold (it was summer!). He packed no underwear, because he didn't know where he would be staying, and he "...didn't want to have to change his underwear in front of people". 'Will's' mother helped him fold his clothes neatly, closed the suitcase carefully, told him to be careful and write (when he learned how!) kissed him good-bye, and sent him out the door (it was a different time then, and little kids could walk down country roads carrying small suitcases without ending up on a milk bottle). Of course, as he left, his mother said, "It's too bad you're leaving before supper -- we're having your favorite tonight!"
'Will' made it about half-a-mile down the road before he reconsidered. When he returned to the house, he informed his mother that it would be a shame to waste all that food, and he guessed he could still run away tomorrow. She agreed.
He never did, though!
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