Every now and then a post comes out that is just so close to home. That last
Meantime, back on the knitting front, I’m afraid I can’t show this pattern yet, but I can answer the request for a closeup on the colors. The large tote was a gift from my older daughter for Mother’s Day four years ago that she knew would be absolutely perfect, and it was.
That daughter and her husband just bought their first house yesterday.  Life IS good! Celebration time!Â
I’m remembering how our small boy stuffed our silverware down the heating grates in our first house in New Hampshire, some of it never to be found again, and the day he flipped off the furnace in zero-degree weather. It had to have been him. His big sister would never have thought of it. I can only guess it must have been in a moment I was carrying him to or from the laundry room–toddlers have an instinctive love for switches and an unerring sense of when Mom is just distracted enough that they can get away with it.
And I’m glad cats are small and don’t have thumbs. Because they would sure have fun if they did.