is where I flew to, to help out my Mom for a few weeks. Despite my unhappiness with my current job, on the plus side they are super wonderfully OK with me working remotely. Mom is getting ankle surgery, and won't be able to drive for some time. She'll be having a hard enough time hobbling.
So I'm not really all that happy to be back in Utah, because it's always sort of a culture shock, and there's also a long history I'd rather not go into. Also March in Utah is more or less Brown, with a side of weather inversion smog if you're near the city. With the occasional White when it dumps snow. On say, Easter.
But that's beside the point. It's just late right now, and I'm missing my Love Monkey. Mom and I will have a good time. She is a huge doily knitter, and has promised to show me the nifty cast-on start for tiny centers of doilies, as I have become just a teency bit obsessed with some Herbert Niebling patterns lately.
Other obsessions: indigo dyed silk organzine, linen, and lace bamboo from Habu. Laos naturally dyed handspun silk and cotton gima (look at that navy!) Yes, the current color obsessions is all blues. I have to keep reminding myself, I am trying to divest my yarn, not acquire more yardage.
I leave you with a picture of one of the ads from The Workbasket, a magazine to which my grandmother subscribed. (Grandma was a huge doily knitter too, back when it wasn't so easy to get knitted doily patterns. This is from her Big Binder o' Doilies). August 1963.
Cookie, you do the eye boggle so much better than me.