Life's a Stitch

I cannot get that song out of my head. It is an earworm par excellence. The clock made it home in one piece. It was actually taken apart and arrived in 20 boxes. It’s ticking and chiming at home in its third country in 147 years. Amazing. Even our resident Swiss miss commented that it seems a new family member ” ‘as arreeved.”

Progress on Mari’s poncho; it looks like a grey blob. A comfy grey blob:

Knit night was last night. While I was plugging away on Mari’s poncho something glimmery caught my eye. It was the GGH Fee I had seen in WA last year and have regretted not buying. It was the exact ice blue with silver that I’ve lusted for, four feet away from me. And now it lives in my house, happily ever after. Do I get too much pleasure from this? Of course the comment from my unenlightened resident boys was “It looks like it has dried blobs of glue in it.”

Oh well, I have a bored complainy boy here. My favourite saying is “Children who know how to read can never be bored.” What a mommy comment. Truthfully, he needs to go out, just like the dog, and get some exercise, so off we go…