When is a Pair not a Match
My leftover mittens are not quite a match, but I'll call them a pair. I ran out of Zara in the pink. I still love them. Sparkle yarn in Peony pink, (see mine below) and cuffs in Zara. Last night on the porch was absolutely perfect to me. Best night of 2015 so far. Just humid enough to be cozy. Nice breezes. Bugs coming to the screens for endless cat entertainment. Knitting mittens and even taking out a thumb and reknitting it successfully. I would have stayed out all night, but my snoring would certainly alarm the neighbors. *** I spent this morning racing to list 50 Things I love about my sister, who turns 50 next week. I had to get her gifts and list to the post office by noon. The list is my idea. Growing up we were NOT close. We are 5 years apart. Now she is my dearest sister. ***** Thanks to each one of you who commented on the reading glasses/bifocal thoughts. Sometimes the things I ask on this blog have nothing to do wit