Ironstone Shell
It's a bit late, but nevertheless I'm glad to have found Leslie Harpold's Advent Calendar -- excellent use of cyberspace, courtesy of Rebecca's Pocket.
So! During the pieces of time wherein I wasn't baking Christmas goods, creating Christmas goods, addressing Christmas cards, or doing the laundry, what got done this weekend?
The Ironstone "Paris Nights" shell (thank you, Pittsburgh Knit and Bead, for putting this on sale):
and more of the Reynold's "Fusion" pullover:
The child has a two hour delay this morning, so he's up constructing Lego things in the living room. But I am NOT on a two hour delay. I'm going to drive into work and then, well, work. I might not take the back roads in, though, just in case.
I'm concerned about this two hour delay business. Why the delay? Do we expect the roads to get clearer all of a sudden? Is there something we're supposed to be doing, other than blogging and playing with Legos? Are we supposed to be eating oatmeal and meditating, and getting ready to Face The Snow Drifts?
One day last year he was on a two hour delay because it was so cold. Was it warmer in two hours? It was not. And the roads were just fine. No snow, no ice. Just cold. Why did the child have to stay home an extra two hours? We don't know. We never did find out. And I must admit every time this happens I suspect that people in Maine and Minnesota are laughing at us. I once went up above the Arctic circle in January, to visit cousins who lived then up at the tip of Norway (I wanted to see the noonday dark), and was anybody staying home on a two hour delay? No way. They were all going off to work and school. Indeed, the baby took his daily naps in his pram in the snow. Wimps, that's what we are around here. Two hour delay. Pshaw.
So! During the pieces of time wherein I wasn't baking Christmas goods, creating Christmas goods, addressing Christmas cards, or doing the laundry, what got done this weekend?
The Ironstone "Paris Nights" shell (thank you, Pittsburgh Knit and Bead, for putting this on sale):
and more of the Reynold's "Fusion" pullover:
The child has a two hour delay this morning, so he's up constructing Lego things in the living room. But I am NOT on a two hour delay. I'm going to drive into work and then, well, work. I might not take the back roads in, though, just in case.
I'm concerned about this two hour delay business. Why the delay? Do we expect the roads to get clearer all of a sudden? Is there something we're supposed to be doing, other than blogging and playing with Legos? Are we supposed to be eating oatmeal and meditating, and getting ready to Face The Snow Drifts?
One day last year he was on a two hour delay because it was so cold. Was it warmer in two hours? It was not. And the roads were just fine. No snow, no ice. Just cold. Why did the child have to stay home an extra two hours? We don't know. We never did find out. And I must admit every time this happens I suspect that people in Maine and Minnesota are laughing at us. I once went up above the Arctic circle in January, to visit cousins who lived then up at the tip of Norway (I wanted to see the noonday dark), and was anybody staying home on a two hour delay? No way. They were all going off to work and school. Indeed, the baby took his daily naps in his pram in the snow. Wimps, that's what we are around here. Two hour delay. Pshaw.
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