Another busy week at Chez Robin...I've been alternating turning a bushel of apples from my sister's trees into applesauce, crocheting afghan squares, killing maurauding wildlife (these ghastly little worms that I think I inadvertantly brought in with the apples, though no one else seems to have been similarly afflicted), and confusing the cats, not that this is difficult. In order:
1. The applesauce is delicious, but I've had to stop making it until I can clear out some more freezer space to store it. (I know lots of people can applesauce, but I hate the way the flavor changes. Whereas applesauce that has been frozen tastes exactly the same as fresh to me.)
2. I have completed 108 afghan squares, which I calculate will make a slightly larger than 45 x 60 afghan and still leave some of the anchor yarn for a border. I'm currently weaving in ends on those blocks that still need it. (Since I'm eager to get it sewn together, I'm forcing myself to do the ends first. I know better than to leave them all for the end. So to speak.)
3. Robin 673, Worms 0 (I hope. I'm almost sure. *looks furtively around with a crawly sensation on the back of the neck* Really, I'm postitive.)
4. As for how I broke Biscuit's fuzzy little brain...well. When a cat sees a bowl coming out of the kitchen in the morning, extensive prior experience suggests that it will contain cereal. With milk. When the bowl comes out full of peach cobbler...well, he was quite non-plussed. Especially after he declined to believe the evidence of his nose and insisted on tasting it. (After I was done, I hasten to add- he gets to lick the bowl only after I'm done.) But I restored his faith in the goodness of the universe this morning with a return to cereal. But only because the cobbler was gone.
5. In addition, I am amused by the link Biscuit's Aunt Cheri sent me...a retrospective of bra styles. I'm just as happy to not be wearing these myself!
6. I'm checking the weather reports approximately seventeen times a day, since after a whole month with either rain on or immediately before the weekend, I'm getting increasingly anxious about finishing my deck project- it has to be dry so I can stain. Also, I have to get the staining done so I can close the pool before it fills with oak leaves and acorns. It's long past time- there's a frost warning tonight. Think dry thoughts for me.
7. And last but not least, in between weaving in ends on the pink afghan squares, I tried out some of the other yarn in a slightly larger square for the 'green' afghan. I have six skeins of the pastel green, which makes it basically the only choice for the anchor color of the second afghan. And, it's well...take a look.
What I had vaguely recalled as being a bright yellow turns out to be a practically iridescent glowing orange. Which would be fine if my anchor color were say, beige. But with the green....I'm trying to decide whether this is the most hideous color combination ever to desecrate an afghan, or if it's cheery in a manic harlequin-sherbet sort of way. I could boot the orange and matching variegated yarn out of the afghan I suppose, but I was kind of hoping to use all this yarn up.
I don't know. What do you think?