back here, and is free on Ravelry. I used Madelinetosh Pashmina in Olivia this time, which looks like a pukey green color in all of these pictures, but is incredibly soft against the skin. Since "the puppy" is my new full time job, I kept this project within easy reach, and would sit (or stand), and try to bust out 5 rows at a time. It would go something like this:
Crochet row 1
Get up and remove the couch from puppies mouth
crochet row 2-3
take puppy out to pee, walk around back yard for-ev-er
15 minutes later, crochet row 4
get up to answer phone, and run back to the couch in time to save $30 skein of Pashmina yarn from puppy teeth (no harm done)
crochet row 5
And so it went.
Our 11 year old Lab (nicest dog ever) is just not that into the new addition to the family. Maybe it's because the puppy relentlessly launches herself at any of his loose, sagging skin folds, latches on, and swings like Tarzan. For now we are keeping them segregated, and trying to give him some special one on one time.
Like the rest of you, I've been busy decorating and wrapping and shopping. I'm also eating a ton of Satsuma tangerines, which I absolutely love (almost as much as the See's candy I usually consume this time of year, but I have vowed to change my evil sugary ways.) I really should plant a tree. A tangerine tree, not a See's candy tree.
I already started another scarf (In green again. I don't know what that's all about. I don't like green that much), this time in Malabrigo. More on that later.)
Right now, my daughter and I are watching White Christmas, and drinking Brandy Alexanders (here's the recipe I used). I'm waiting for the husband to come back from the hardware store with tree stand #2. Our tree is currently leaning half way out of the crap tree stand, despite the addition of bricks, plastic wire, and an assortment of oddities gleaned from the corners of the garage. Every Christmas there always has to be a tree of epic proportions, which usually requires a hole filled with quick dry cement and guide wires. Meanwhile the boy ducked out to play football with his buddies, the puppy is howling for her food, and the pizza is being delivered. For some reason, putting up the Christmas tree requires a certain amount of drama around here, and this year is no exception. Hence the Brandy Alexanders.
From my nut house to yours, I wish you a very Merry Christmas.