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Whatever happens to strike my fancy, but surely some sort of fiber content.


That little girl looks like trouble! :-) What a cute little sprite-like face. I bet she was heck on wheels! :-)

By Blogger Nerdy Knitter, at 7:26 PM  

well if you don't mind roughin it
you are more then welcome to ride out the storm here

we got food.....pretty much anything you would want for a winter meal
(no fish though)
including homemade from scratch hot cocoa

and if we get snow... ( which i don't believe until i see it on the ground)

we can make icecream too


By Blogger vi, at 9:02 PM  

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Tuesday, February 19, 2008  

For Vi – It's from the BW3, the pattern is called Bleeding Hearts and it's on page 156.

And I didn't knit another stitch on that lace because I suddenly remembered that I was going to a meeting in Richmond today and I could swing by Dad's and one of my away sisters is visiting the weekend after this, and though I won't be able to get up to see her, if I could just get myself moving, I could have a huge box of her old photographs, letters and videos that I took home from M&D's last summer. Saves me the postage and gets piles of things off of my porch. So I spent the rest of the day sorting sorting sorting. I made no effort to organize anything other than 5 big piles – one for each sister and one that I will make copies of, to share with all family members. I did also save out a tee tiny bit of stuff to send to niece and nephews just because they're grown up now too and ought to have some memories.

I'll head off to the city about the same time I'd ordinarily go to work and drop these off at Dad's.

I'm about two thirds of the way through the sorting process and have reduced the number of boxes on the back porch correspondingly. At this rate I shall have all the preliminary sorting done by the end of the month and can begin the slow process of making up the family history to share with the whole. This, though, has no deadline on it. My own descendants, should there be any, are free to throw it all in the trash. They just mean something to me. I do believe I shall make up a sort of scrap book/photo album for Mama to look at when she's feeling blue – and maybe a photo montage for Dad.

So. With about half an hour of morning sunlight left, I believe I'll run off to play with that blue lace. Does this look like the future owner of three spinning wheels?

posted by Bess | 7:26 AM