Thanks to everyone who entered the contest. There will be some warmer shelter pets because of Gaylen‘s challenge (I haven’t made mine yet either, so it’s all good), and if you need great gift ideas, read the comments! Sue is the winner, and I’ll get her prize in the mail soon. (Maybe even this week, maybe…)
I’m in one of my moods where EVERYTHING moves me to anger or tears. The holiday issue of Knit Simple has an article on the Special Olympics Scarf Project that choked me up today. There are only two requirements that I can find –
- You must use the prescribed Red Heart colors, as they PERFECTLY match the logo for the Special Olympics.
- The scarves must be received by January 15, 2009.
For more information, visit HERE. Of course, good ol’ Ravelry has its own group for the cause, HERE. Likewise, this means my Pay It Forward gals will be waiting that much longer, because I want to do at least one scarf, maybe more. You see, there was one VERY special woman in my life more than 20 years ago, and I owe her that much. I haven’t seen her brother in over 20 years either, but she’s the one I think about. Is she still alive? Was she ever able to live independently? Does she understand that just because her brother and I grew up and went our separate ways, to different colleges, I didn’t forget her? Would she remember me?
I can’t even show you photos or talk up my FOs, because… well… it’s that time of year. Secret knitting abounds. I can show you where Gretchen likes to sleep while I knit, if it’s a warm, sunny morning. Otherwise, she’s in my lap. She’s claimed the window behind the sofa as her own spot. She and Sis were playing hard yesterday morning while I cooked, and next thing I knew, the noise stopped. If you have kids or puppies, you know that’s a cause for concern, so I raced into the great room to find Sissy pouting amid their toys, as Gretchen had simply abandoned her and put herself to bed in her sunny spot.
I also don’t have photos of the dog ROLLS I made last night. You see, they began life as the yeast rolls MJ requested for our meal yesterday. They were rising happily atop the stove, waiting for time to hop in the oven, last thing before we packed up to head for the family dinner. They’d doubled, but I wanted tripled. I was doing something in the great room when I heard a strange noise. Then, Sissy trotted by with something in her mouth.
“Leave it!” twice, a little more sharply the second time. I was sick when I saw the raw, naked dough, but I scolded her and took the ick back to the kitchen to save for Sissy’s Dadaw to see just what she’d done. Stupid human. A few minutes later, from another room, I heard more noises, and another rolltobe was removed from my Sissymonster’s mouth. Because there was evidence of some shopping before the second roll was lifted, I could only be thankful that the Knight had insisted he was going to pick up some “back up” rolls while he was in town, just in case.
Sissy lifted a third roll after dinner, before I got the poor suckers – even the ones we’d removed from her jaws – into the oven. I figured there was no point in wasting my efforts completely, so I baked them for a very long time at 325 degrees. I set them out to cool, and was more than a little shocked when the Knight came in with four, split and stuffed with peanut butter. The real shock came when he put them in HIS mouth! Crazy man. I guess he figures Sissy has licked him in the face enough it doesn’t matter?
Now, for a little knitting while the dogs slumber, if Gretchen doesn’t mind…