Someone Knows the Way

I have been knitting even though we've been experiencing a mini-heat wave. I'm knitting more scowls which I wrote about previously. A scowl is a cowl/neck warmer. If you want one, let me know your colors. I'll charge you - but the scowls are totally worth the money because these are beautiful once finished and they serve multiple functions by covering your double or triple chin(s), your neck wrinkles, crepey, hanging skin, chin hairs, neck blemishes, hickeys (yeah, right) and in a pinch, the scowl can also serve as a feedbag in church. Plus *I* am knitting this item which means you'll have the extra benefit of a few Bella hairs mingled in with the yarn. In addition I am desperate to supplement my increasingly meager income to buy more See's candy. The final price of your scowl depends on quality of yarn and whether or not I've had a glass of wine during the actual knitting process. Email me. We'll talk.


I have been working on ancestry.com in my spare time of which there seems to be plenty enough time to spend on ancestry.com and plenty of time for knitting and reading books (just finished The Camel Knows the Way) and hanging out at the beach. On my mom's side of the family I found peeps back to the mid-1700s. Finding this information is thrilling (at least to me), a knitter, avid book reader, occasional exerciser, admirer of oxygen and H2O. Ancestry.com costs money, sure, and they keep you coming back - if you like this sort of thing. Then again if you'd actually talk to your parents you might discover info with which you do not need to pay, other than attention to them. Just putting that thought out there.


Last time I visited my doctor she said she didn't think I should lose any more weight. Since that visit I'm down a few more pounds - below high school weight now. I was in the parking lot of a shopping complex yesterday afternoon when a woman called to me from across the parking lot. Last time I saw her was at a Weight Watchers meeting over a year ago. I'm nearly 100 lbs thinner and she still recognized me. Dammit.

  
Hannah asked for some lipstick so I gave her some old cruddy stuff I had laying around. Then she smeared it all over her lips and then wanted to put make-up on me -- I figured why not? One day I'll be dead and she will have fond memories of sprucing up her auntie's craggy lined face. (All I remembered of my great aunt was her long chin hairs.) Hannah layered different shades of blue on my eyelids, she acted very professional while mounding blush on my cheeks - I looked stunning. Last week when she was over to my house I let Hannah use the bronzer. She piled bronzer on her beautiful skin until her face and neck shone brick-orange. Bella, with an added spring to her step, carried the bronzer applicator between her teeth, and lay on the carpet, feasting. I told Hannah she looked beautiful if not super healthy! Really building up this little child's ego while I stared at her orange face. She kept gazing at her reflection in the mirror. Hannah was most likely puzzled by a disconnect between what she was seeing in the mirror (orange!) and my showering her with positive comments. When she got to her grandma's house, her grandma thought Hannah had a bad sunburn, saying "Who let you sit out in the sun so long?" 

I took off work early yesterday and picked up Hannah. We hit the dog beach at Rio Del Mar. There were a lot of folks hanging out there. One might think it was summer...except for the knitting.