If I've taken 10,000 pictures...
...are they worth 100,000,000 words?
These are pictures 10,007 and 10,008 taken with my Sony DSC-85 which I love, love, love except that it's slow, slow, slow. Most of the time, the slowness isn't an issue -- the knitting doesn't move very fast -- but my 2-year-old nephew? Let me count how many pictures I have of the back of his head/behind his right ear... It was a FANTASTIC camera when I bought it 6-7 years ago (I did not pay even close to the $800 "street price" quoted in the linked article -- I don't know where that figure came from), and I love how it feels and looks, but, along with being slow, it's also starting to make funny noises. Well, whatever, I won't be buying a new camera anytime soon.
I talked about baby knitting the other day, needing something small and quick with a good chance at success. This is the completed back and nearly completed front of the "V-neck Sweater with Pockets" from Baby Knits for Beginners by Debbie Bliss. I am using DB Baby Cashmerino (from stash) in one color rather than two and it may fit Mack for just a little bit before being put away for the new baby. I might have enough yarn left to make a matching pair of socks from the same book. I love this yarn except for the static cling -- lots of static cling -- while knitting.
Did I mention that Mack's moving to a farm? A 100-acre farm whittled down to a 14-acre farmette, really, with a big ol' farmhouse, a real barn and outbuildings (tingle). There is talk of raising chickens and a pig ("don't get too attached"), and (ohmygod-if-anything-gets-me-to-spin-it-will-be-this) SHEEP! How could I possibly pass on the opportunity to have a sheepie or two of my own??? Now I'll have to do some research!
The weekend was really nice. We had a great get-together on Saturday for Michael's birthday. The card turned out pretty cute -- I found a picture of George Martin w/The Beatles that I used inside, replacing George's head with Mom's, and captioned it, "...with our producer..." The book was a big hit. It may be the last Beatles gift that Michael ever receives, because I don't think there's a thing that could top it.