Happy Halloween

This is what crawled up from the crypt this year......

Sweet vest

Here is the finished, edged vest. The I-cord didn't quite turn out the way I intended, but the effect is pretty cool anyway.

The yarn in the body is a variegated yarn that "stacked" colors when it was knit in the round. The end look is a crazy warped square pattern. Sort of psychedelic in an interesting way.

Hope you like it!

The light at the end.....

Sometimes it's freedom and sometimes it's a train. I'm not sure which it is yet, but I know it is getting closer.

Knit Night is tomorrow and I have cool things with much progress. (Pictures, I know.....terribly behind in that department....) The little vest is now EDGED in I-cord and has most of a little tie to hold it closed. Stress has also compelled me to knit on the unnamed pinwheel sweater project. It is in a lovely fall palette of golds and browns. As it has just begun, it is the size (and quite honestly in the same color family) as a medium cheese pizza. Dinner anyone?

October is one of my favorite months because of 1) fall, 2) Renaissance Festival and 3) Halloween! With it only being about a week away, I can't wait to show the seamstress project. Pictures to follow soon (no really....)

My girl

One year, and I still miss you every day. This is my Sasha.


I met Sasha when she was just 3 weeks old and barely big enough to spill out of my hands in warm and wiggly fur. We brought her home two weeks later on the Fourth of July.

From that time on, she was a constant companion. Sasha was the first dog I had raised from a puppy . We walked together (sometimes VERY early), went to obedience classes, and took care of each other. We learned from each other. She had all of the great traits of her breed and I became a confirmed GSD advocate whenever anyone mentioned getting a dog.

Sasha was with us for seven years. She left with no warning at all. When the vet called to let us know that she had died, it was the worst day of my life -- made ten times worse by the fact that I was out of town and hours away. But in hindsight, I think that she left on her terms. I never saw her sick or weak from the cancer that (we later learned) took her. My last memory is rubbing her ears and reminding her to be good for the staff at the kennel.

I think of her every day. Last month in Williamsburg, I had to hide tears from a stranger with a lanky young shepherd on a lead. The pup's eyes were so like my Sasha's. It's a bittersweet reminder of the joy of her with the ache of her absence.

The return of the prodigal ....

So after about 5 months of asking for measurements, the Apple Jack Tank turns out not to fit. It made the trek back home with measurements and a request for adjustments.

I looked it over. The yarn is great and really soft. Because I knit it in the round, adjustments to the body are darn near impossible to make. And it fits me just fine. So I think that I may send and imposter (AJTv2) in its place. :-)