I am still very much smitten with Isobel of Mar. Although...we had a bit of an accident. OK, not really an "accident", maybe more of a difference of opinions. You see, I thought she should take a longer bath than she actually needed. She was offended by this, and decided to show me the error of my ways by drying out LARGER than she should be. So large in fact, she came down to my knees. Now, I had always planned on her being an outdoor sweater. But this was crazy... Not to worry though! Lorraine to the rescue! She came over for a visit this past Friday, and took Isobel home with her. She'll pop her in her washing machine, spin out all the excess water (which is what I didn't do), and block her to size.
(Yet another reason why I really, really need/want my own washer/dryer.)
Other than that... I haven't been knitting anything too exciting. Well, at least at the point they are at now. Finishing up things, working on socks...that's about it for the next little while. I won't be starting anything new, so this move is a blessing in disguise for my poor, sad, neglected WIP's...
Last weekend, I was going to pop outside to check out a throw rug I had drying out there. I didn't get very far.
The rug was...occupied... by this little fellow.
I was a little concerned that he may be lost or abandoned, but I saw him running about the back yard later that evening, and I've seen him since. Probably got in a whack of trouble for coming home late though...
Speaking of babies:
Baby Mae turned 10 years old! My little girl... Hard to believe she was ever so tiny, but she was. And she was always a sweetie pie, right from the start. (Also, hard to believe Atticus was ever so...svelte. His head looks strangely large for his body in this picture.)
"Me? The runt of the litter?! Please... OK. Well, maybe. But hey, can't say I'm not the cutest."
Baby Gandalf turned 3 years old last week! Wow! Hard to believe. If it weren't for his size now, you'd swear he was still a kitten. Aw, even as a baby he had big feet and a boop-able nose. Hee hee.
Not to be outdone by all these baby pictures -
"Once the kids arrived, my waistline went to pot. What can I say."