Things went horribly wrong with the baby blanket—at least it seemed that way to me at the moment when I was curled in the fetal position on the floor, sobbing “Oh dear, oh dear. I had dropped two stitches 22 rows back in a lace section, which refused to ladder up as any sort of design element. I couldn’t just tie them off and weave in the ends, which is what I might have done if it had been a project for me. I couldn’t risk the ends coming apart during the multiple washings that any baby blanket goes through. I knew from the moment I noticed them that ripping back would be the only way.
SO--I installed a lifeline two rows back of the dropped stitches and began frogging. At least I was able to rewind the yarn and use it again. It took Friday evening, Saturday afternoon and about an hour Sunday afternoon to get back to where I had been when those dratted little stitches popped up. I think I will finish on time—by the middle of July. I’m trying. If not, “Hey baby it IS coming. I promise.”
Oh dear, oh dear where does the time go? Every time I look at our grandchildren it seems like 20 years have flown by. It may only be a few days or weeks but there seems to be years of learning and growth and development happening before my eyes! Sweet Samantha, who is enjoying her recovery and new found good health, decided she could produce a “proper" (her word) birthday cake for her Grandpa. This was the result.
All that beauty and it was yummy good too! Her uncles offered to set her up in her own bakery business.
Then there is great-granddaughter Adelyn who continues to try on her mom’s wedding dress. I hope she keeps trying it on right up to the day she wears it at her own wedding. Of course, if she chooses to wear a dress of her choice that’s okay too as long as I am there to see it.
Oh dear, oh dear, the pups are getting bored. Time to take them for a walk or drag out the toys. You don’t want to know what happens when these two get bored!
Life is good.