That's a Wonderful Wee Willie Wallaby soaking up the dappled-through-the-pergola sun yesterday afternoon. I am using two colors, a sage green (same yarn as Shirley Shrugs) and a kind of maize-y gold, and striping in a Fibonacci sequence, except not exactly because I just noticed where I made a few sequence mistakes. I liked these colors together better when they were in the ball, not so much in progress. I think I'll like it better when it's all finished.
I picked up and knit the stitches for the pouch last night, except I reversed the colors -- the stripes that are green on the sweater are gold on the pouch -- and the jury's still out on that move. My next task is weaving in the ends on the pouch -- it was easier to cut and reattach yarn than try to carry it along the edge and if I had to do it over again, I'd probably do it all a little differently, except for reversing the stripes because I really do like that idea. Actually, I'm going to take one more look at it and don't be surprised if I rip it back for a do-over and it's at exactly this point at this time tomorrow. A little deja vu warning...
Last night's menu: bison burgers, steamed baby carrots (real ones, not those whittled-down pretenders), smashed blue potatoes, ensalade caprese (thanks for telling me the name, Carol!), and pretty much everything 'cept the ketchup was "local" and purchased at the farmers' market. Those potatoes are trippy, no? That's not the half of it -- the water they were cooked in was green at the end. I was so excited about the smashing (they really are blue!) that I forgot to add a little milk and so there were a tiny bit dry. Oooh, but they tasted so good! That tiny little dollop of butter was all I added and, just as the farmer said, they had a buttery taste all their own!