Happy Dance, Happy Dance! My sweater mods worked!!!!
AND here we go….my mods for Round 2: I frogged the yoke, and re-knit it to the larger size. To save having to buy another skein of yarn, I did the back short row shaping as per the instructions, then immediately began the 1X1 ribbing. This gave me a lower (wider) neckline, but I think it’s more flattering for me, anyway.
The other “yarn saver” was doing the last rows of the neck and front band ribbing and bind-off with the gray yarn left over from the fair-isle pattern. It really gives it a sharp look, I think.
I'm happy with it. Very Happy.
Every year I think I have the Prettiest Christmas Tree I've ever decorated. This year is no exception. It's always so calming to me to go through the ornaments and decide on a theme. I've collected vintage glass ornaments for years. This year's tree is a bit simpler than other years....I've used the old Shiny Brites. I love how their old patina and stripy-ness and muted colors just work together...no matter what the era. Christopher Radko has done a fabulous job of creating reproduction Shiny Brites, which I added to my collection several years ago. No doubt, they are shinier than my old ones, but they still have the same ageless charm of the originals.
I'm sad when I think about how, in recent years, such a harmless and joyous thing as a Christmas Tree can be surrounded with controversy.
The neighbors are really decking their houses for Christmas. We've had some new families move on to the street, so it creates a whole different festivity to the neighborhood.
JR has always taken pride in decorating the outside of our house. He has won awards for his Holiday Decorating ( going back to when he was fifteen, when no All-American, sports-loving teen-aged boy had any business winning a Holiday Decorating contest in his community) My husband takes pride in his careful execution of a classic holiday lighting scheme. And it can only be done when the mood strikes him. No amount of nagging or begging on my part will get my house decorated any sooner than when he's good and ready ( bah-humbug). Each plea is answered with " You decorate the inside, I decorate the outside. When I'm ready."
As this week progressed, and some of the new people have strung their lights and hung their wreaths and bows, I have found my husband peering through various windows in our house. Assessing the competition, no doubt.
Just before we went up to bed the other night, he took one last look out the front door, gazing through the wreath, and quietly, but authoritatively stated,
"I think it's time for an upgrade."
"But not this year... next year when they least expect it."