I finished up a little cardigan for the store. It's knit with Bernat Baby Jacquards
in the bluebell colorway. The pattern is from the booket Patty Cake
, all patterns for the Baby Jacquard yarns. Started this one August 19 and finished it on the 28th. The only thing I really did differently from the pattern was omit the picot edge on the buttonbands. I didn't have enough yarn, and I didn't want to get another skein just for the sake of a few yards. And I used 3.5mm and 3.75mm needles. Ravelry
. Got the yarn to make the boys version, too.
But this evening it's actually cooling off. Earl
is on his way and is set to hit here through the night and into tomorrow. After he passes through the temperatures are supposed to drop by 12-15C to a nice, comfortable low 20sC. (Instead of 35C feeling like 42C with the humidity!) The boys and I spent the past couple of days at the beach all afternoon, but the only relief we got there was to jump in the water (which was abnormally warm for here). I took knitting with me both days, but it was just too hot to touch it. I haven't knit hardly a stitch this week, but I think I'll sit down this evening and try to get the heel finished on my sock.
And on a sad note, remember this post
from early August. Our dear friend and one of our best customers at the store passed away yesterday. His granddaughter (who has a daughter my Oldest One's age) called and said he wasn't feeling well, so they took him to the hospital where he peacefully passed away. All I can say is if I can make it to 94 and go quickly and quietly like that I'd be a happy camper. We sure will miss him. He hasn't been able to drive for the past couple of years, but when he still did drive he was at the store pretty well every day, sometimes for hours. I'd say, "See you tomorrow, Ralph", and he'd always say, "Well, at my age I'm not making any promises!". He liked to argue at times, too. You could tell if he was in the mood, lol. But I was thinking yesterday, he argued with all of them at the store except for me. We never had an argument, not once. (And don't get me wrong - he wasn't arguing to be nasty, that's just what he liked to do sometimes, and we all knew it.) Once in awhile he'd arrive with cards for us all with lotto tickets in them (he loved the lotto). He couldn't remember when it was all of our birthdays, so he'd do that once in awhile for us. He had a ticket one time, he gave me the ticket to look at and one of the other girls the list of winning numbers. He had her call off one number at a time while I checked his ticket. Sneaky devil knew he had every number except for the last one.
He would have won $1 million, but with only 5 numbers he got $649. (It was the Atlantic 649
.) He talked about that for ages
and even years later he'd mention that time he was one number away from $1 million!!