We meet again!
During my long absence, I did make a few things. Not a lot, but a few.
I made this for Sabina from a pattern on Ravelry called the Cardigan Skirt. For this version I followed the instructions to the letter and used an Australian merino/silk blend, band long lost.
The second time I made it was for Agatha, using lopapeysa, doubled. Also, Agatha does not like a straight skirt so I made a bunch of changes. It's blocking comfortably in this photo, flanked by the goddesses of pins and wire.
I'm especially fond of the red hemline! While I wasn't thinking ketchup and mustard while knitting, now it's hard to look at that skirt without thinking of them. We'll call it the Condiment Skirt.
I took many pictures on Saturday's Perlman bola,but here's a selection. First, the obligatory stairs photo. Uriel has somehow gotten the idea that he can skip the photos, and I am informing him that is sooo not happening.
Lo has given me the green light; I can now show you this photo of Perlman cussies.
Now that I'm almost 50, I finally get to be one of the big kids! When we were 14, 14, 11 and 4, it was a very different story. All attempts I made to be part of the pack ended with one of my siblings telling me, "get back in your cage!"
Good thing I had Aunt Marilyn to sit and tell me stories about her growing up, how her sister would feign having to go to the ladies' room when it was time to wash the dishes. About having a page boy when the other girls had curls.
Here's a nice one of Mom and Aunt Marilyn. To clarify, they are sisters-in-law, both having had the rare and complicated honor of being married to Perlman men.
And yet, being very little like a Perlman man was one of LB's selling points. Here he is in his evening posture, with his little Besty who seems perplexed as to why he seems so tired. Maybe if I just hold his eyes open for him...