Here is one of the photos (at least the good one!) that I took at Patty's home on her birthday. Aren't they gorgeous? Did I mention what a lovely host Patty was, and how well she shared? And Iain was utterly charming. It seems a lifetime ago that my darlings were that small.
Patty paid me a nicest kind of compliment. I would never consider myself a Knitting Angel. Thank you, Patty. I was just happy to be able to gift something you and Iain needed. When Patty called to thank me for the wash cloths, she asked if I just happened to have them in the house, and oddly enough I answered yes. Because there was a time when I wouldn't knit these cloths until there was a shortage, at which time I usually didn't have the time to sit and knit them. So every so often, I pull out a giant ball of cotton and start knitting plain garter stitch wash cloths, one after another, until I get sick and tired of them. Then I tuck them away in a safe place until they're needed for service or gift. Coincidentally I finished two last night and have another on the needles today. Because sweaters and socks aren't the only knitting in high demand in this home.
Here's a picture from Wednesday evening. First snow of the season. Well, let me tell you: I was not quite prepared for this much of it so soon. I mean, just the day before I was sifting soil in one of the gardens before planting the last of my spring bulbs. Needless to say, I never did get finished. Hubby called me in for supper, and after that I never ventured back outside.
All of Wednesday was spend in a doctor's office for assessments of my first born (10.5 hours!) , and the trip home took much longer than on the way in, mainly avoiding cars slipping and sliding on town roads, and never exceeding 70 km/h on the highway.