Jersey Girls

Just returned from a trip to see my Girl! Oh, and that little guy she married... what was his name?

Dianna is my daughter-in-law, but I call her my daughter and my friend because only outlaws should have inlaws, at least in my family. Now in my husband's family, inlaws should be avoided at all costs. But that's another blog. See www.takemymotherinlawplease.blogspot.com . Kidding.

Here's a picture of us at Michael's admiring the Caron Pounder... that's a pound of acrylic, my friend. Notice how Dianna is trying not to cut her fingers on it? Anything you make out of Caron one-hundred-percent-acrylic yarn is going to look sharp. Hell, it's going to BE sharp. Careful Dianna! (editor's note: We did not buy the Caron Pounder)

We enjoyed a week of sweat-shop knitting, good food, serious shopping, and chick-flicks. It was just like old times when Dianna lived with us. I miss her. She kept me fed, clothed, and honest.

Well, Christmas is coming and I have all my shopping done. Yes, it's true. But the reason is less than romantic: Our packers and movers come in three days and after a whirlwind packout, clearing, 3200-mile drive, and one short ferry ride, we'll be sliding into the holidays on Whidbey Island on the 20th of December. I decided I would like to arrive in the Santa-esque style: With all gifts ready to give! It's the best Christmas ever since I don't have to bake, decorate, plan, cook, or host! I can rest my face for the entire holiday and just enjoy it.

I'm knitting a few things for the most 'well deserving' of my clan. The longer I knit the more discerning I become on who is 'knit-worthy'. You know who you are.

I will most likely be out of touch for a few weeks until we get up to Seattle, but watch for me when I return from the dark side of the skein...