It's shoesday!!

Aren't they sweet? $15 at Pay-less and comfy enough for all day walking. I search and search for good walking shoes that won't make me look like Minnie Mouse. And now I can sing "Blue Suede Shoes" with Elvis. "well you can mock my car, slap my face, slander my name all over the place, but don't you - step on my blue suede shoes. You can do anything but stay offa my blue suede shoes!"

The fir tree is stillupright and firmly attached to all its limbs. The kitties have forgotten their fright entirely, though Pepper spent about twenty minutes in the middle of the night sucking on my neck and kneading with her needle-sharp claws. You know how it is when you really don't want to wake up, but there's some annoyance that won't let you sleep? I tried hard to ignore it, because it makes her so happy and finally she quit without having to be thrown across the room. But I woke up with a big kitty hickie on my neck this morning.

And after the storm, we had a bit of sunshine, so rather than run the vacuume, I took photos in the garden. Here is the finished odds and bobs scarf. The coral edge makes it look tidy.




And here is half the Fantasy Fibers Mystery batts, with one ply from each of three batts. It's rich, grey/blue/plum/purple tweed and soo soft. About worsted weight. I think I'll have about 520 yards when I'm all done. I don't remember if that's enough for a sweater or if I'll need to add in something else. But it's going to be simple and sophisticated to let the glory of the yarn shine through.

I had every intention of adding in beads, but then couldn't figure how to get them over the hooks on the flyer. I may just thread them up and add them in as I knit for a little extra sparkle. My inner magpie likes things that are shiiiiney!

By the way, thanks to the folks who told me how to cook pumpkin. It sounds yummy and I think I'll give it a try.

On a more serious note, I have been loving the pictures of children that their parents post on their blogs, but there are weirdos out in the world. Is it safe to put your darling's photo on line?? And when does the baby bathing in the sink become child pron? There's a hysterical shot of a little guy having breakfast, sitting on the floor with his legs spraddled around his cereal bowl, and his little dingle dangling in the Oatie-os and milk. It's so innocent and cute, but I can see where a predator might have other thoughts. (Ewwww!!) So what do you think is appropriate?