Responding to multiple requests (ok, all from my friend LEE, but repeatedly!) here’s the infamous TUTU:
Other than being all one piece (many classical tutus are two pieces that are sewn together with you inside), it’s made somewhat similar to a professional tutu —
it has BUTT RUFFLES! Not to mention ruffles other places (ahem). Not comfortable, let me assure you. Scratchy doesn’t even begin to cover it. Ah, the things they don’t tell you about the travails of a ballerina. It’s not all silks and satin ribbons!
In knitting news — not much. A busy day yesterday preparing for the yearly familial garage sale — I am so fortunate that my parents, who live 4 blocks from me, actually DO the garage sale along with the rest of their alley, and will sell my things. I usually help, but work does not allow this year (nor did it let me get nearly as much in the sale as I needed/wanted to).
A few rows on the pink fuzzy cardigan was it for progress.
But I did take pictures of some more WIPs and will dole them out one by one, as my pride permits:
This is a baby blanket started with stash yarn in the Ballband Warshcloth pattern a la Mason Dixon Knitting. Haven’t gotten too far — no babies I know of specifically on the way, and as it’s about as synthetic as it gets, not appropriate for Afghans for Afghans nor for the Dulaan project (it won’t be that warm). But it’s cute, and it’s using up some yarn I’ve had hanging around for years. That is, it will use it up — when I actually knit a little more on it. And it’s going to be BIG — maybe it’ll be a lap robe if the yarn holds out (or a wide, short baby blanket. . .)
The garden was pretty in cool sunshine:
Any gardeners out there who might know what this is? I think I planted it last year; at least, I’ve never seen it before, but it looks like a real garden plant (kind of — actually, it looks like Creeping Charlie on growth hormone). I did plant some things people gave me last year, and a couple last minute perennials in the fall; it’s all a blur. You can’t tell from the photo, but it’s about 8 inches (20 cm) high. Mystery plant!
That reminds me of a story: Most of this garden really came into being after we had to take down an old silver maple (which was so rotten inside, it was actually hollow unbeknownst to us). We decided to turn its small part of the front yard, which had been mostly maple roots and impossible to mow anyway, into a ‘yarden’. With the huge assistance of our friend Adam, who used to work with his dad in a landscaping business, the yarden was planted with, basically, a lot of whatever was on sale in September (which is a lot, and actually a great time to plant perennials!) plus some stuff we really wanted, like a little Japanese maple. Well, the next year, lots of interesting things came up, many of which I couldn’t identify (“Adam? Do you remember what this is?? And this one? And…”). There was this plant with feathery foliage, rather pretty, which was doing really well. Only after it flowered did I find out from Adam that it was a weed, in the Queen Anne’s lace family but not as nice, which had already seeded literally THOUSANDS of seeds in my garden. It’s three years later and I’m still finding new weedlings. Grrrr. Ignorance is not bliss!
One last reflection: a visual illustration of the speed of sound:
By the time you hear the Blue Angels flying overhead and run out to see them, they are long gone.