Tiny Mitts For Busy Little Hands

I have a little grandson who at 2, loves to go outside despite the weather and 'work'. With mom, with dad, with whoever will take him outside. He is a boy that always has a mission.  So I decided to shrink a mitts pattern and make him some work gloves. These will keep his hands warm while allowing his fingers and thumb to work.

They are made out of an over-dyed grey alpaca yarn. I love the bluejeans color.

After I finished the first mitt, I was doing my 'inch' on The Nemesis yesterday morning while having a cup of coffee with my hubby. We were chatting about upcoming events, animals, the usual coffee chit-chat.  I had marked my daily starting point with a safety pin. I was humming along (I thought!) on my knitting and told my husband I must already have 2 inches on this baby today. I looked down at my K1P1. I wasn't doing a seed stitch! Yikes!! While I was knitting a K1P1, it was a ribbing like on the cuff of the little blue mitt! *^##**+*! What?? So what started out as a good Nemesis day, turned out to be another ripping out the rows day. It is a good exercise in patience. But I already thought my patience was pretty much streamlined.   It is not.

The next picture could be a poster. It shows Canela in her proud mother pose with baby Lincoln.

 
                                                         Talk to you soon,   Tammy

I Get So Confused!

Here I am again with the dreaded Nemesis. I was knitting away on it and just happened to look down at it. Do you see it? OMG!




<--across here. Somehow I added a stitch. How in the world did I do that? (I ask myself) But there it is, just as plain as the nose on my face.

I contemplate for a minute. Can I live with it? I stand up and look at it. Its not that bad.   I can live with it. I take about three steps back. I'll try the 'ten foot rule'. If I can't see it or tell at ten feet away, its ok.  I look at it. And then it comes crashing in at me:


                                                                                 ITS GOTTA RIP!

                             
                   and here I am now. Making more work for myself. But I have to be able to live with it. It is
                        going to have my name on it, and that is the way it is. Dad-gum-it!! Its right now.


Part Two:  Harry


For two weeks, we had a goat join our family named Harry. A very personable goat. He joined the cast of "Mr. Roberts" in Waterloo at the community theatre. My husband hauled him in a trailer every night and took him back to his house afterward. The cast had to arrange for someone to sit with Harry each night because when he was alone, well, all he did was bawl. Bawl so loud you could hear him in the theatre! He was quite a character! My son would lead him around to the front of the theatre, go inside the front door, walk him up the 40 or so steps and into the audience. My son's character stole the goat on shore leave and brought him back on board the boat. Well, the first weekend went smooth. Harry went through the audience and up the steps onto the stage like a champ. Didn't poop anywhere in house. The second weekend didn't go so smoothly! lol
I guess Harry was turning a little bit 'Diva'. He wouldn't go up on the steps on to the stage. He wanted to stay in the audience! It was quite funny!  Here is a couple of illegal pictures I took on Sunday of them.

Yes, Harry is now a veteran of the stage! Thanks to the Jones' family for sharing him with us. We all had a great time.



Talk to you soon,   Tammy

I'm Not Sure Exactly When......

.......she got herself into this.


But I am pretty sure I know why.


And I am pretty sure I know how.


And pretty sure she felt silly walking around like that.


And after we quit laughing long enough to pick ourselves up off the ground, the bag was taken off her head.


Can you guess who it is?

We have settled on the name, Lincoln, for the new little guy. Thank you, bloggers! Here he is today at the poop pile. Isn't he cute? And a total mini-me for Canela. again.

                               You will have to  look close to see him 'bucking' around the pasture!

 

                                                                     And starting to run.

                                                                            And run!

                                                               And leap into the air!

         And run some more! He was wearing me out by just watching him! I think he will be just fine!!

                                                            
                                                              Talk to you soon,  Tammy