Knitting is coming along swimmingly. I have finished one boyfriend sock (I had hoped to postpone its mate by volunteering to mail the first sock so he could try it on, then have them mail it back. Sigh. No such luck. It is a very boring knit...)
|One down, acres of knitting to go.|
My sister's socks are now my socks because I am a greedy little bugger and want ALL THE YARN. I started knitting them up on the beautiful yarn that came in my totally surprise holiday package (oh, Theresa...) Yarn that my sister had chosen for her socks. Thank goodness neither sister reads this blog. I am hoping that she won't remember the original yarn and will be just as happy with some similar yarn. Which I am now looking at with longing. (Bad me! Bad!) However, I will just stiffen the upper lip and knit on. I have made a vow to not buy any more yarn this year. (I must have caught myself in a weak moment.)
|Not true to color, but it reminds|
me of knitting a Monet!
I did knit one tiny object this Christmas, but did not get a picture of it - not surprisingly, I was knitting it up to the very last moment and had to throw it in an envelope and get it in the post. Maybe its recipient will kindly post a pic? Hmmmm? (MP....) As in most things that catch my fancy - recipes, yarn, patterns, shiny objects - I do not bother to check the details. Heck, it's more fun that way. When I got the pattern for the Little Long Johns, it started with, "Cast on 12 stitches and divide among four needles." Wha? I am lucky to be able to handle two at a time, let alone five. After bruising my brain, trying to adapt the pattern to the magic loop (Don't you love knitting terms? I do! Everything is magic in knitting - Magic Loop, Judy's Magic Cast On.), I struggled through it and managed a reasonably good facsimile of the original.
|(From Susan B. Anderson's website - barrettwoolco.com)|
I wasn't fancy with the beads - no time!
|Yes, it was 57 degrees inside. I turned the |
heater on after getting the side-eye
from the dogs.
And speaking of ducks and, therefore, chickens, Mr. Big Red is on his way to Outsville. We have had the talk - Who's Boss? I am. - multiple times, but he is, apparently, dense as a brick. Plus, he's is a big boy. Right now his spurs and not fully developed. Well, I am not waiting around until that day arrives. Neither is he. He's attacked me twice and, while I usually give a rooster three tries before they are out, I'm skipping number three in his case. Next up, Fritz. If he goes a similar way, that will be it for roosters. I am tired of having to arm myself every morning.
I am also making progress on working through my freezer. I had my neighbor over for dinner yesterday and made a three-pound meatloaf. He left with lots of leftovers. A new recipe that will be moving into Favorites, is Curried Rice and Squash Casserole. I believe I found it on the Mennonite Girls Can Cook site. Once again, it struck my fancy and I did not read further than the ingredients. When I went to assemble it on Saturday, I realized it made a truckload. Good thing I like it, because I am going to be having it for lunch all week! Next time, I will cut it in half.
|I am NOT a food photographer!|
Some hours later, 8 pints were cooling on the counter. This time, I am going to label everything. There are still mystery packages in the freezer and I dumped a jar of what I thought was old applesauce in the chickens treat bowl, only to find it was the last jar of mincemeat I had.
|I'm not throwing any of THESE out!|