CROCHET CLASS
Friday was the last session of the crochet class. I finally took a picture of the group. Unfortunately, two girls and their mother were not there. I gave them each a certificate, which I called a Crochet License, giving them permission to crochet any time and any place (within reason, i.e. probably not in school or when Mom or Dad wants them to do something else). The lady in the white sweater is the director of the Art Guild where the class met.
KNITTING
Saturday afternoon I asked Lexi to put away some of
her things I had washed (one shelf in my closet is hers). She came back wearing this sweater I had knit for her last week. The yarn is 100% polymide and I did not enjoy working with it, but it is very soft and she likes the sweater - wore it to church on Sunday, as well as the green socks with the brown heels and toes. When her mommy saw those socks, she said she wants some like them, except with longer legs. I was going to make them for myself, but I already have over a dozen pairs of handknit socks, so I'll make them for her.
Sunday evening, when I took her home to put her to bed, Lexi told me that a
certain package under their tree was for me. I said, "I don't want to know what it is until Christmas." She kept trying to give me hints, but I kept insisting that I don't want to know.
This is the angel on top of their tree. You didn't know angels play guitars? There's a whole string of guitar lights on the tree. Her daddy plays guitar, and she has a real one, too, plus a couple of toy ones.
LAFA
Yesterday was the December meeting of the Lake Area Fiber Artists. I picked Shirley up in Mayfield and went to her old place near Cadiz (pronounced Katies), where we met two others and went on to Jean's house. This is the group I made the dishcloths for. (I have two left, which I think I'll let Lexi give to her Sunday School teacher and the director of the pageant.) I should have taken pictures, but didn't. The house is on the hill above Lake Barkley - lovely!
On the way home, we spent a few minutes in Shirley's barn, which is filled with fabric, yarn, blanket selvedges, etc for the rugs she weaves, plus parts to make several looms, I think. She has gotten mostly moved to Mayfield, but I don't know where she is going to put that stuff.
TODAY
I've been retired almost a year now, and don't go back there nearly as often as I had thought I would. It's seventeen miles away, and I find I'm keeping busy with other things.
When I left this afternoon, there was at least one table of some card game, and several of the men were playing pool.
I need to post this and get back to my knitting.
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