Nineteen years ago today, my younger son was born. We’ve gone from this:
and from this:
He was pretty much happy all through it except for a few months in high school, and has turned out quite nicely, thank you. **I guess one of the bonuses of getting older and having selective memory is that even if Andrew has been a rotten child, I have chosen (subconsciously or otherwise) to forget that. The little darling has just informed me that he hasn’t signed a release to have these pictures on the internet. I refuse to bow in the face of intimidation, especially in light of the fact that I happen to have possession of a certain bottle of alcohol which was acquired illegally.
I finished another multi-directional scarf today.
If you notice that one end is square and one is pointed, it’s because I ran out of wool before I could square off the pointed end. Since the scarf is barely long enough as is, I didn’t feel like frogging back half a triangle. I’m not sure what’s up, because the finished scarf weighs 128 grams, and the leftover wool weighed 10 grams. Since I used three balls that were all labelled as 50 grams, I’m missing 12 grams. It would have made the difference in squaring off the end, but what the heck. (Yes, I have a digital postal scale. It is my newest favourite toy.) We’ll just call the pointy end a design feature.
Now that the scarf is done, I will re-attack the green sweater. I have a few inches done on bigger needles (2 sizes), and I think it’s too big this time. I guess I drop down a size and go for “third time’s a charm”. One more false start and I may lose interest indefinitely. There’s always the Buegler shawl I could resurrect…
We’re off for dinner tonight with Andy and two of his friends. I think the request was for ribs, so it’s Tony Roma’s. I have to rush and make a cake, so away I go! Have a good one.