New Year on the farm
I spent New Year's Eve dogsitting for our friends Lauren and Garth on Bainbridge. I took Stella with me since she's stayed there before. It's kind of fun to have 3 black and white spotty dogs. Note that the pictures are deceptive - they were rarely all this still.
Staying on the wee farm is lovely. This morning I trooped out to the chicken coop and collected two eggs. Then I ate them.
While I do have all those sweaters to finish, it was a tad impractical to tote a mostly-done sweater that requires thought for the next step. So I started a new project, the elegantly names "Scarf with edging 21 and insertion 25 from The Knitted Lace Pattern Book, Thompson Bros, Killmarnock, Scotland, 1850" in Victorian Lace Today. I'm using Malabrigo sock yarn in color they call eggplant. Starting a complicated lace thing while trying to sooth dogs made hysterical by fireworks may not have been the best idea I've ever had, but I persevered and have finished the first repeat of the border.
This morning's big adventure (other than the chicken coop expedition) has been trying to get a fire going. I was a Campfire girl. In theory I know how to start a damn fire in a fireplace. But it's not going well. I'm on my second round of "oh the kindling is burning merrily", but it looks like the logs have once again failed to really get going. Sigh.
Staying on the wee farm is lovely. This morning I trooped out to the chicken coop and collected two eggs. Then I ate them.
While I do have all those sweaters to finish, it was a tad impractical to tote a mostly-done sweater that requires thought for the next step. So I started a new project, the elegantly names "Scarf with edging 21 and insertion 25 from The Knitted Lace Pattern Book, Thompson Bros, Killmarnock, Scotland, 1850" in Victorian Lace Today. I'm using Malabrigo sock yarn in color they call eggplant. Starting a complicated lace thing while trying to sooth dogs made hysterical by fireworks may not have been the best idea I've ever had, but I persevered and have finished the first repeat of the border.
This morning's big adventure (other than the chicken coop expedition) has been trying to get a fire going. I was a Campfire girl. In theory I know how to start a damn fire in a fireplace. But it's not going well. I'm on my second round of "oh the kindling is burning merrily", but it looks like the logs have once again failed to really get going. Sigh.
posted by Melinda at 11:27 AM
2 Comments:
Dude, the dogs were AT LEAST that still for the rest of the evening after you left. They slept HARD. It was great. Hope you had the same experience with Ms. Floppy Ear!
She was pretty clobbered. At one point she was sitting next to me on the couch, and just kept leaning over until she was draped across my arm and lap, and snoring. Now that we've mastered walking onto the ferry, and now that she and Ruby actually play, I can bring her out anytime.
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