I found this photo in my mother's dresser drawer (when I was seeking a black bra to borrow), and decided to pilfer it for the perpetually-on-the-to-do-list photo album of my very own past (Mom having handed over a coupla boxes o'snaps a few years back, absolving herself of the parental task). Now that I have the wee one's life to document, the boxes I culled and sorted into one for me and one for Brotherman await further attention, alas. I've not even ordered prints since mid-July -- another thing to accomplish this week! (I love having the digital, but the onus of editing and ordering gets away from me; sometimes I wonder if it wasn't easier and cheaper to shoot freely and toss the less than perfect prints . . .)
I forgot to mention this knitting news of Christmas away: I taught one of my mom's caregivers to knit! Christina stayed two hours past her shift, knitting with the rest of the red Cascade 220 left from Mom's BOC. She had to deal with the lefthander's challenges I also face, because I couldn't teach her continental, but she was definitely getting the hang of it. Armed with needles borrowed from Mom and basic how-to pages I tore from the gift sample of Knitter's, she's on her way to becoming . . . one of us!
And this additional gift: Stitch 'n Bitch[sic], the book -- a gift to myself included in an amazon.com order. How could I not have it on the table as the host of said gathering monthly for nearly three years?