Fall Fun

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We went to a pumpkin patch last Sunday.  What a fun time.  They had a corn maze (yes, in a corn field… if you build it  they will come).   We spent an hour wandering around in there looking for the hidden signs so we could get a free pumpkin, what a rip, it turned out to be a free gourd and it cost nearly $20 for our family to do it!   I did get some much needed exercise however, which is always a good thing.

Oldest son broke his arm ramping his bike three weeks ago, he’s healing fine and he’s pretty tired of depending on others and he’s anxious to get the cast off.  He and his sister has a good time with the kittens at the pumpkin patch. 

The most exciting thing about this post is the photos of the slippers.  The suede bottomed slippers are for oldest son for his birthday next week.  I spun the yarn and I love how it turned out (that they don’t match, how fun!).  I hope he likes them.  I like making them, but sewing the parts together to the bottoms is a total drag.  I was disappointed to find the bottoms weren’t lined, so I took an old holey wool sweater that was about to be pitched and felted it twice in washer, then cut soles out of it and stitched it to the inside of slippers after I’d already sewn the tops to the suede bottoms.  I think I saw that idea somewhere, I didn’t come up with it, but it really makes these slippers great because they’re wool from bottom to top now.  Toasty warm!  The best part is that when he outgrows them, THEY’RE MINE!!

Busted

In my last post I mentioned I knit in church, much to DH’s dismay.  I have always thought of it this way: the good Lord gave me two able hands and two good ears.  And he gave me the awesome ability to listen and knit at the same time.  I’m sure he wouldn’t be offended at me knitting in church, in fact he would probably be pretty impressed at me making such good use of my hands and then gifting my knitting to the needy and my cold-feeted loved ones.  And also I’ve always been pretty confident that I was knitting discreetly, using dark yarn, quiet needles, and shoving it away before the service ended.  Apparantly I haven’t been as discreet as I thought.  Last week as we ‘passed the peace’ (which I absolutely detest anyway), a gentleman shook my hand and said, “You’re not knitting today!  I am always fascinated watching you knit, you don’t even look at your hands most of the time.”  (I do look at my hands)  I wanted to melt into the floor I was so embarassed.  I have people watching me knit in church?   Maybe I’m doing a community service by keeping people from falling asleep.  See DH!  It’s a good thing.