I mentioned yesterday that I was not happy about the cut I got on my thumb on Monday. I've got spinning to do and boo boos slow you down. Here is the culprit. I was making soap when I cut myself on the broken lid of a fragrance oil. I must also mention that I got a giant papercut on the pinkie on the same hand last night. AND that I stuck a pair of scissors into the side of the same thumb trying to open a package yesterday. Am I a klutz or what?
I'll forgive the bottle because it's one of my favorites. Witches Brew.
I love this fragrance. I did a happy dance in Yankee Candle last year when I realized this was a knock off of one of their Halloween scents.
Twigs and Berries is another fall favorite of mine but it was a messy pour. You have to let the batter rest long enough to thicken to get a nice definition of color but I got impatient and it shows. Lesson learned. Slow it down.
Now they sit until the last week of August when I will start testing them. I've got lots more fall scents to make so I hope you are using up your bits and pieces for the fall giveaway in late September. I can't wait!
We had a day that was forecast as not going all the way to 90 so we decided to get up at 5:30, pack up the dogs and head to the beach. That's iced coffee btw. I'm a new convert. That's a bandaid on my thumb. Of course I got a nasty cut on the last few days of the Tour. Of course.
It sounded like a good idea but we didn't factor in the sun. It was coming up over the water and it felt like we were under a magnifying glass.
We haven't been down to the water since the dog days descended upon us.
Everything looked overgrown.
It was a jungle out there.
This is the mermaid sculpture in Sunrise Park. The Big Grand is scared of it. Me too.
Back at home I have a few blooms to show off.
My impatiens all rotted from the stem last year by this time. I hope this year they are keepers. It's nice to have a bit of color here and there.
Kitty Poufs done. I learned a lot from making these. I see why people make a lot of them. It takes a few to get one right.
Arrow mitts done. Yeah, I know. The gradient yarn didn't play nice with the pattern. You would never know there was so much variation in color looking at the balls. Lesson learned with that gradient thing. Stick to things that don't need a match.
One Harbor Lights sock from Miss Babs done. #2 is already on the needles so second sock syndrome was avoided.
By the time the Tour gets to Paris I want to have all the handspun projects off the needles. It's going to be a race to the finish with the Hap. There is still a long way to go.
This is for kathy b. She recently wrote a post about what she does to her patterns. Look at this mess. It's the Tracey vest and I am in the land of crazy with it. There are now decreases on the neck and the armholes while trying to keep it all in pattern. It's a challenge and the end is in sight but at only one row a sitting it's still going to be a while. My brain can't take anymore.
Because of all the car drama last Thursday I missed my weekly visit to Daddio. When I go to the nursing home, I always pack a big bag of different things for us to do because I never know which Daddio I will find.
Lately he has just been wanting to read this same magazine over and over. He is always so happy to see the tiger.
He wasn't very talkative yesterday. He just poured over the pictures occasionally calling out a word here and there. Whenever I miss a visit I find he is cautious. Almost shy.
In the late afternoon the dining room is empty. It's nice to get him all to myself for a while in the quiet. We pull up to a sunny window and settle in.
I knit. He reads. He did take notice of the yarn today. He wanted to help me pull it out. I had to discourage that since I can't knit as fast as he can pull. Luckily, it's easy to redirect his attention these days.
Wow....I had no idea what to expect as there is no picture on the ball band but I really like this colorway. They look like summer fun-even though they are hot, scratchy wool and man, it's hot outside. Hot. Hot. Hot.
That's The Mister paying the tow truck that brought Mini home. Repairs did not go well.
She blew a head gasket and the dealer wants anywhere between $2500 and $9000 (!) to fix her. Gulp. I should mention she is a 2003 with 150,000 miles. Not worth fixing they say.
The Mister was making arrangements for the dealer just to junk her when I went to blubbering pieces and insisted we bring her home. I paid $95 to have AAA tow her 25 miles home. I spent the night watching videos on people doing this repair themselves. I can't quite convince The Mister but I'm still working on him. What do we have to lose?
Right now she is just a driveway decoration but at least my baby is home. I can't believe how happy I was to see her. I gave the tow truck driver $20 for lunch and had to restrain myself from hugging him. Silly old me. She's just a car-fiber glass, metal and glass. My head knows this but my heart just isn't agreeing.
So what am I driving now that Mini is out of commission? Meet Big Red. The Mister made me go pick out a Ford Escape. After my scary accident in December, he says bigger is better. I say brighter is better so they had to order me a red one. Now I just need some white stripes on the hood-and to figure out how to park this monster.