Sunday morning I was sipping coffee and knitting a sock and Steve said, “there’s a package for you.”
A surprise delivery.
I opened it up and there was an unexpected gift of a Willow Tree Angel of Friendship with a lovely message. ❤️ I have her where I can see her when I’m “working” in my former dining room, now transformed into a workshop space.
Thanks for all the comments. I appreciate your responses. It seems an issue I have trouble fixing. Now the WordPress Bloggers have to sign in? Oh my. It should not be a pain to leave a thought or good word.
Throwback Thursday. One of my favorite family photographs. Mark reading while Erika’s holding baby Jack and Anna and Michael. Before Maura was born. We were on a road trip in May 2007, staying at our friend Joanne’s home in Omaha, Nebraska. 782 miles from Columbus to Omaha in the minivan, that’s one way. I sat in the back with the kids and was the Granny Nanny while Mark (and sometimes Erika) attended meetings at a convention. The word of the week this would illustrate might be Exhaustion. Oh, that’s right, they don’t have the word of the week anymore. 🙁
One birthday, my friend Donna mailed me a teabag in a little fabric envelope. Here’s how I learned about another Tea Wallet.
Last week at the NY Public Library, my sister found a murder mystery with knitting on the cover and thought of me. (Yarned and Dangerous by Sadie Hartwell) see cover image below
In the back of the book she said there was a knitting pattern for a Tea Wallet. I found another Tea Wallet pattern for one by Diane Trap on Ravelry. I knit one for my friend Vincie because I knew she carries her own tea bags in her purse. In a little plastic baggie. Not any more!
I made a modification on the front flap and made it a triangle shape, decreasing at each side.
The quilted knitting motion bag serving as a pretty backdrop for the photo shoot was stitched by my Woolswap partner, Catherine, in New Zealand.
Steve and I drove downtown and found a free parking spot on Penn Avenue near the Heinz History Center. Now it seems petty to mention that we parked for free ( and walked a ways to the PicklesburghFest) but some places were charging fifteen bucks. Too much. Here’s a fact about pickles from thePicklesburgh Website
AMERICANS CONSUME 26-BILLION PICKLES A YEAR, WHICH EQUALS NINE POUNDS OF PICKLES PER PERSON”
Our friend Roberta had invited us down to hear the music by Marc Reisman and the Strong Way Band who were to play at seven. The sound stage was on the North Side of the Roberto Clemente Bridge so we made our way through the beer lines and booths to get there. I asked a few people if I might photograph their pickle themed food or t-shirt and everyone was more than cooperative. In fact there was a sign about Photographic Consent which I had not seen before. If you got on the bridge and into the PicklesburghFestival you were consenting to be photographed.