Where I'm at
Shirley -- shot on the kitchen floor. If you see any spills or spots or crumbs, please keep it to yourself -- floors are not on my list today. In fact, as soon as I'm finished with a few little things here on the computer, I'm taking the morning to knit. I have the house to myself 'til noon-ish -- that's been a rare occurrence of late -- and I'm taking full advantage to do whatever I please, without guilt.
My foot was the handiest (or footiest) thing around for scale -- there's a weird Birkie tan pattern this year due to the new style. ; ) I haven't had a pedicure in a couple of years, though I'd rather like one. Be that as it may, my big, unpolished toe seems to be pointing in the direction of the first short-row shoulder -- can you make it out? And the second? It's basically short rows done to accommodate the deletion of one full diamond repeat at the edge (in this photo, it's the upper edge). It makes a slight curve and a bit of a pucker where the shoulders will be when worn. Neither was done flawlessly, but I rather like the "markers" I left behind. I'm working down the arm -- I could probably have left off one repeat at each end, but Mom does like to roll up her sleeves. ; ) It makes a little more to cuddle into.
I perched atop a pergola "bench" to try and capture the color of my favorite ash in the back yard. I just love the soft purpleyellowgreenishness. The color changes have been pretty dramatic over the past few days -- the maple two doors down that can set my bedroom afire on a sunny morning has been lit! The ash will be bare in a few more days -- one of the first to drop its leaves. The walnuts are falling fast in the lower yard, too. I collected them last year, but it turns out I misread the directions about how to store them and I ended up with a mess. I might try it again.