From the sweatshop

Sewing

I've been in a wee bit of a frenzy. I finished two dresses:

(The gray, button-print one is MUCH cuter on me than it looks on the hanger. It requires an ample bosom.)

And two blouses:

Callie was excessively helpful while I was taking the bathroom mirror shots.

Rudy was excessively helpful during the sewing process.

I've started another blouse, but Trent demanded desk space tonight to work on our taxes, so I'm taking a night off.

Knitting

The eye-searing pink shawl has lost Most Favored Nation status, and I'm working on another eye-searing project, a sweater I'm designing for SWTC. I'd like to pretend that this shot is artfully blurry because I wanted to protect my sacred design until it's official, but really I'm just a terrible photographer.

Briscoe the foster dog

He's turning out to be a real sweetie. He thinks he's a lap dog, which is a little awkward since he's about 45 pounds and kind of gangly. That's also part of the reason I haven't been getting much knitting done. It's hard to knit when a big, clumsy dog keeps climbing on you. On the upside, we do have wonderful photo ops like this:

Trent had just cut into a freshly baked loaf of bread, and had undivided attention.