Today , my little angel didn't get any stitches. I have put four colors on her cheek and finally decided that the face color was the only one that worked. They had pink on her cheeks, three x's on one side, and two on the other. It just didn't work. She looked like a clown. Now, she is waiting for her wings to be finished.
The other night, Bill was here and I had dish cloth cotton sitting here with needles stuck into the skein. I asked him if he wanted to make a dish cloth and he did and here it is. He learned the basketweave stitch. Good work Bill. Now, get back to my red sweater. Winter is coming.
Now, the reason the angel got no stitches today, my son Eric, the truck driver, moved into a little apartment next to us. We all helped him. Now he has a place to call his own when he is in town.