Oooh, my first ever loaf of bread!

I have left my family’s house again, and in leaving have had to admit how much I’ve left unaccomplished. I had such plans of pleated wrap skirts, neatly sewed; Cute cardigans, and colorful shrugs; Books devoured and carefully recorded… And amidst all this I was to keep a careful schedule with you, oh unseen reader.

                 I did do some things though, let’s see I made an apron. It took one day to cut and sew, and only ten minuets to learn that you should not practice making button holes on an item intended for wear. The button hole debacle, combined with the ribbon fraying  fiasco, extended an otherwise short project, into the netherlands of eventually. I did finish it though, and I rather like it. I used one of my mom’s aprons as a guide, but added criss-crossing straps (One of the missionaries had an apron with these kinds of straps and I adored wearing it, even if it meant doing dishes).

                      At the start of the summer Theo and I started our fist cardigans. She’s knitting Hey Teach, and I’m knitting February Lady. See my little progress bars on the side? It’s the Je Ne Sais Quoi bar, the one that is only 15% complete. I’m really winging the pattern, since I’m using a lightweight linen yarn instead of the recommend wool, so I keep having to try it on to make sure I’m on the right course. Though this sounds simple, it involves finding loose string and transferring half a million little stitches onto it, and then back off it when I’m done. If I could just get over my dislike of this process I could reach the lace portion of the sweater in no time.