The Christmas stocking is done in the round – and where I want the heel, I stitch in waste yarn. Then I continue to the toe. I decrease the toe and then Kitchner to close it. I go back to the heel and pick up the stitches top and bottom in the round. I decrease it just like the toe and then Kitchner it to close it. It couldn’t be simpler! And I assume it would work on normal socks too – but I’ve not done it.
Let me know if you try it. 🙂
The boys and Eric put up the tree today (while I knitted like a crazy woman). Here are a few of my favorite ornaments….I’m sure I’ll find other favorites later.
The first ornament we bought together as a couple. We had been married for 7 mos.
One of the PWs from Thriving in the Fishbowl sent this one to me one year. (We did a ornament exchange each year)
Can’t quite remember who gave this to us – but it makes me laugh!
CC – from Texas – made these for me one year. She organized the ornament exchange each year for Thriving in the Fishbowl.
J2’s first ornament. I think it’s great fun!
Eric collects nativities – but we just got this one! Not sure why it took us so long.
I collect Willow Tree figurines. This is my only WT ornament.
I collect tea cups too – my mom gave this one to me a few years ago. I especially like it because it reminds me of Grandma Davis.
Just need to add the name and make the hanging loop….and make the other one! But I started this last night while watching a movie and it took 2 movies today!
So, there is a good side to being in a funk I guess!
I gathered my courage last week – Wednesday, to be exact – and called the caseworker. I had to leave a message. I asked her to call me back and let me know what was happening. No call back.
I then called the foster mom. It “wasn’t a good time” but she did tell me they still have ‘Princess’ in their home. She said she would write me. Nothing yet.
I, of course, jump to the conclusion that they don’t want to tell me what I would consider bad news.
I wish we had never gotten the phone call.
I wish there was someway I could have stayed uninvolved emotionally.
I wish I had never seen her photograph.
I wish I hadn’t given her a name in my heart.
I wish I had never told the boys.
I wish someone would contact me so that I can quit wishing.
