After finishing the handspun socks in November I set out to knit up a quick hat with the leftover yarn.
The beginning of a knook/crochet hat for my granddaughter.
A couple rounds after taking this picture enthusiasm evaporated. It was frogged. Stitches were cast on with knitting needles stitches starting with an earflap.
About then granddaughter, Feather, informed me that she’d love, love, love a crocheted mermaid blanket. Grandson, Wes, wanted a crocheted shark blanket. Patterns were found, bought and printed. Reading the type and amounts of yarn necessary for two such beasts, er, blankets my heart sank. Acrylic yarn held double-stranded.
All knitting/crocheting/weaving mojo disappeared. The busy Advent season was suddenly less busy and time appeared for other activities:
The first Christmas letter in years was written and mailed to far-flung family.
A gingerbread train was decorated with Violet,
Christmas carols and tunes fiddled
to a church full of people singing upstairs,
eating and visiting downstairs.
A tree was decorated,
Presents were wrapped.
Turtles of singles were plyed, soaked and hung to dry.
The clouds burned off Christmas morning giving us the first day of sunshine in 24 days, perfect for a cold Christmas day bicycle ride.
All but a couple of the main paths were flooded by the 22 foot higher than normal Willamette River, the swift current racing across the path showing its power.
Brisk walks taken with my neighbor. We were so grateful for sunshine after 24 consecutive days of rain which dumped a record amount of almost 16 inches rainfall in the month of December.
Even with the seemingly endless days of rain December 2015 was a very good month.
Tomorrow I need to firmly settle back into the work saddle, pick up the reins and settle back into a good work routine.