Happy Birthday, Ollie!

Ollie is 9 today, and for her birthday I've promised to knit less and scratch more.

Originally known as "Puppy Number 5", she has always been #1 to me.  Here are some photos of my beautiful bff:

She was born the smallest of 13, but it was soon clear the word "small" would be obsolete when describing her...

As a puppy, she spent as much time climbing and terrorizing as she did sleeping:

Monkey?

This would be the terrorizing...

Terrorizing Part 2:   The later Years

Of course we all have our kryptonite, and in Olive's case it is Mr. Rumbles...

"Did you hear that?"

But life outside the tub is good, and there is nothing better in this world than hanging out with my girl!

Love you, Ollie xxoxoo

The Gazebo is UP

This last week I've been soaking in every minute of beautiful weather the gods have offered....


I've dusted off my green thumb,

weeded my gardens with some neighbors (thank you!), put up the gazebo, and rescued a butterfly from my kitchen window.

No butterflies were harmed in filming this blog

I have also killed 3 wasps (circle of life, people!).
You would think word would get out about 'The One Who Kills Wasps', but they just keep coming.


Bring it!  I've got chemicals.

Me, being smug about the chemicals

How is it...

...that (on a Fri night) I am willing to publish the fact that I love my knitting library?

Or that I find satisfaction in my sorted (not sordid) virtual library on Rav?
(not that there's anything wrong with that..)



Still - nothing replaces the charm of a pattern like this one in my mom's own hand written some 50 years ago...

Notice how many times the word "knit" appears

Always listen to your mother!