My morning vest

Okay, my older children's school was off this week and I've spent a fair amount of time goofing off, eating ugly-but-tasty cookies, walking the dog, shopping for dance dresses and . . . Face Book Farming. Yes, the snow has done nothing to quench my urge for spring - I want plants now!

When not goofing, I was knitting - a little.



If I hadn't been reading a book last night instead of knitting, this would be a finished vest. I just need to knit up the front straps and then connect it. Perhaps tonight I'll post a finished vest. Of course, that means GFMelissa won't be able to kidnap me for a long ski trip later this morning. A short one would be fine!

Sadly, this morning I read of the death of poet Bill Holm. I highly recommend his last book "The Windows of Brimnes."

Here is the Friday Film, a clip of Bill Holm talking about the late Senator Paul Wellstone:

On the go

Another busy weekend - got to go out with Mr. Daisy. In the meantime, discuss this amongst yourselves:



Saturday Seven? I cleaned out the toy box between the front doors. Mr. Daisy calls it the decompression chamber but it's really just a little space. Usually filled with a boy's toys.



The pathetic vest is still underway. Smaller size, same large needles.




I bought this at the Weavers' Guild of Minnesota's Holiday sale. Ten or so skeins of handspun black/brown Shetland wool. What to do . . . what to do.


Bye!