The past week didn't give me much time to finish up the Baby Albert jacket but I managed to squeeze in some quality knitting time anyway.
I swore to myself I wouldn't cast on for another project but I broke that promise in the latest visit to Babetta's Yarn and Gifts. A cutie ski hat for the baby! Oh yeah, we have grand plans for this kiddo to be some kind of snow bunny. Last Wednesday I was flying between San Jose, CA and Hillsboro, OR for the day. Something like 6 hours of total travel time for just 2 hours worth of face-to-face meetings. Ugh. In any case, I cast on and finished this little gem going to and fro. The details:
Yarn: Filati Biberon 100% Superfine Merino, Superwash
Needles: Size 3 US Addis
Gauge: 6 sts/inch
Pattern: Ribbed Baby Hat by Bev of Bev's Country Cottage
Modifications: I don't know if it's a mod but I couldn't tell if the pattern wanted me to purl the wrong side rows or not after the decreases on the right side. I did anyway. This is only my second knit hat.
The other quality knitting was getting in a few more inches completed on Kristy's baby blanket. I discovered something - I really need to knit the blanket in bright light. Bright light makes a difference. Duh. I found this out during our snow hike.
In my daypack is the blanket and a new ball of yarn. We hiked for only 2 or 3 miles and the guys let me sit around and knit while they tramped around the man made lake. Isn't this dog just gorgeous? His name is Doug and he's a Great Pyrenees.
As I sit and write this, the smell of roasted tri-tip and roasted potatoes is wafting through the air. I'm trying out Potatoes LaMarr, a recipe from Lori. I've been cooking on a regular basis; I find that it grounds me, a routine that is comforting to for me and Karl. Lately I've made a few items from Every Day with Rachael Ray, a new cooking mag. Our favorites so far have been the braised pork which reminds me of carnitas, and a raspberry-lemon shortbread tort that I made for Karl for Valentine's Day. Yum-O!
The last thing in this rag-tag post I want to say is just a small prayer for my dog, Tasha. She had just turned 18 years old but I clearly remember the day my brother and I brought her home. Tasha had been valiantly holding on for the past couple of years but she was really suffering. My brother had to have her put to sleep this past week. For Tasha and for my brother, I wish I could've been there with you both to give Tasha one last scratch behind the ears and kiss on the nose, and provide support to my brother. I love you both.