sweaters in the sunshine
Back before I had a digital camera, I whipped up a couple of sweaters for the orphange in Romania, so I decided today to get pictures of all of them (brag, brag!) and I had promised my blog buddies Janette and Grandma Flea in Australia to send a picture of a cold dogwood tree. Here are three cozy happy sweaters. Two are handspun, home dyed, and hand knit.The grey one is knit from some wonderful vintage wool I grabbed at an estate sale for about fifty cents a ball.They are sitting in front of a cold little dogwood tree. I will send pictures of the tree as the season makes changes.
As for the sweaters, I have started a larger pale green one that is not yet ready for photos. And I have a growing accumulation of small balls that will be going into a wildly stripey vest.
Meanwhile, the January cold snap has hit. It was twenty degrees out there while I was trying to pin the sweaters into pretty arrangements for their photo shoot. My finger tips turned the most interesting shade of purple.
I'm off for my annual mammogram. If men had to go through this, they would have already developed a system where you could put on furry mitten, rub it gently across your breast, and phone in the results. Believe me, guys, "turn your head and cough," is not the worst thing that can happen to you as a regular medical procedure.
But I have loaded up the basket with knitting to soothe me, and some extra cash so I can go buy myself a cookie when it's all over. Wish the nurse would give out lolipops to us big girls when we're good.