This is what we did yesterday.
I sat outside stitching, stitching, stitching on block number four while the masters of the house lent their support and demanded constant snacks of liver bits.
That is until time moved on and it was time to drag Sonny Boy off to karate.
I wanted to take some photos of the beautiful old church up where the hall that they do karate is – but guess who forgot their camera?
I remembered to bring the knitting, though. Not that I got much of that done. Too involved in whispered discussions at the back of the hall to try and concentrate on keeping track of double moss stitch, so I just browsed my magazine and chatted.
This morning we awoke to the sound of much rain on the rooftop and so all thought of stitching in the sun went out the window.
I lit the fire and got to it.
I had company.
You know the weather’s bad out when the cats in.
My mantra is – only five more blocks to go, only five more blocks to go, but until I finish this one, it’s really six, isn’t it?
Six, that’s not much – only one more than five.
I admit to being the eternal optimist.
Love that picture of the dogs!