Blockin’ and Rockin’

Instead of knitting the whole day as I had planned, it turned into errand day. Blah..

It was something about needing a few groceries, white cotton socks, and returning books to the library. I did manage to move the baby sweaters off the terrace table where they were spread out, being blocked to the inside ledge of the living room window.

choices Just as I was settling into my comfortable chair and picking out my next audiobook, the youngest decided she really wanted to go and get her hair cut. The next up daughter went along. After due consideration, we dropped them off near the Uni Platz and went to Mannheim with the oldest to look at wedding dresses.

Since the Rockin’ Sock pattern is not fit for public consumption, I took along some pink. Doing the heel flap on the second sock, I got a number of questions about “was ist das?”. On returning home, the baby sweaters are feeling almost dry which means that I am out of excuses. For what? Sewing the zippes in the backs of them. Finishing is not my love. I love zippers in baby sweaters, but putting them in is a pain. I even have zippers. Since we are seeing the twins they are for tomorrow, I really need to get this done.


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About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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