Speaking of Ice-Cream . . .

If a picture paints a thousand words, then Goodnight has been drawing a saga in installments.

I have a wooden picture frame in the living room and it’s reserve for Goodnight.  She gets to hang her artwork there.  I only rotate it as often as she decides it needs to be changed.  The piece that hangs there now, was ‘painted’ with glitter.  It’s quite recent.  In fact, there is still a bit of glitter on the table . . . and the carpet . . .

I love her art stages/phases.  Just after her mother died, all of her people had wings and all the female figures had halos.  It took quite some time for that to change.

During my time off, I have been sorting through a file box where I keep her art work, report cards, and homework samples.  There are a couple pictures she drew that are particularly touching.  One I will share later this summer, but for now,  here’s Goodnight’s impression of the long trip home from the hospital after visiting her very sick mother.  She was only four years old when she drew this picture.  I asked her to describe it to me, and then I wrote the labels so we could remember what she said over the years. 

To tell you the truth, she pretty much nailed the topography and logistics.

Yo-Yo Knitter

I’m more of a vest girl than a sweater girl. I’m not sure how that developed over time, but it’s likely due to the ‘MUST WEAR BORING CLOTHES’ clause in my job description.

So, to ‘un-bore’ myself, I decided to think outside the box, or in this case, think outside the yo-yo.

It started as a simple rescue mission. These yo-yos HAD to be saved from the thrift shop.  I let them make themselves at home until they told me what they wanted to be when they grew up.

Here’s what we all came up with together, the yo-yos and me.

Not hard, just tedious.  I dumped the lot of them on the table and started sorting colors.  I wanted a rather – um – organized random look to the vest. 

Some of the yo-yos needed their gathers tightened, so that was the first task.  Then I just started connecting the dots – so to speak.

I ended the yo-yo portion of the vest just north of my waist, because I knew I would knit a ruffle and attach it around the equator. 

There is one large hook and eye combo for a closure at the top, but they are invisible behind their respective yo-yos.

It’s extremely dressy as a finished project.  In fact . . . I have a ‘function’ to attend this week and I think I’ll take the yo-yos out for the evening.  I had enough yarn to knit a matching reticule.

 Matchy-matchy! 

Retirement intership continues.  Today, I am throwing myself a foreign film festival.  First up is ‘North Face’.  It’s about climbing the Eiger, the Wall of Death.  And then ‘Séraphine’, about the French painter, Séraphine Louis.