More FO's! (albeit small ones)
First, Happy Belated Veteran's Day! I am proud to have served in the Navy/Navy Reserve for 21 + years (now retired) and most people do not realize that even if someone didn't serve in combat or wartime, veterans still made sacrifices most people have no idea about. In honor of the day, here's a photo from the Marine Corps Birthday Ball held at the Convention Center on Friday. Happy 233rd Birthday Marines! Semper Fi!
OK so I've been doing small projects instead of working on my two sweaters I need to finish. All of a sudden I woke up and realized it is mid-November. How the heck did it get to be November already!!!
I made a hat out of some yarn I bought at a craft show (the sister yarn to my multi-colored hat) and made a spiral rib hat... used 10 1/2's (US) --
then one of my co-workers who bikes to work about two or three days a week said something about her head being cold even with the helmet so I offered to make her a hat... I used Cascade 220 (I LOVE that yarn!!!) in a charcoal gray and it was so yummy! Here's the hat
and her in the hat.... isn't Renee cute! :-)
I am now working on a scarf intended for my event team-mate but she just got a RED coat... I don't think this will work now....
Doesn't exactly go with red..but I love this yarn too - It's called Poems and I got it at this lovely shop that I just discovered. I think I will be back there frequently... as the budget will allow...
That's it for now... I'm exhausted!
Off home for me. Until the next time....
Some Writing
Sad Scene of Children Playing (originally written 10/25/93)
The filthy, trash-laden streets are the children’s playground. From the alley, an overpowering smell of rotting garbage permeates the entire block, trash and food scraps overflowing onto the ground to be picked over by mangy stray animals and desperate homeless people. Laundry is strung between the tenements, looking not a whole lot cleaner than it was to begin with.
Whipping around the corner, a group of youths – four or five of them, ages six through twelve – search for excitement. It is extremely difficult to determine the boys from the girls. Winter is upon them and they dress in layers of tattered, ragged, soiled hand-me-downs, grubby, threadbare hats on each head. Their faces, covered with the grime of the city, give a haunting look – a look of innocence betrayed, of shattered dreams, of incredible hardness. Malnourished, one of the gang clutches a prize – a piece of rock candy. He holds it high in the air while the others push and shove, pummel him, leap in the air trying desperately to claim the prize for themselves. In an instant, the candy is shaken loose and tumbles onto the pavement – splintering into a hundred pieces. Scrambling furiously, the urchins wrestle for a sliver of the heavenly confection.
The children are only partially satisfied with this, restlessness reigns supreme. A slightly built boy, the one always picked on, pounces upon a crushed tin can, kicking it down the street. Another scrawny child, perhaps a girl of seven or eight, sprints down the block after the can. The children spread out in a pattern of some sort (like a ballet), a few on the sidewalk, one covering the entrance of the alley, and two others in the street itself. From one of the grimy windows above, an exhausted woman yells out at the kids in the street below – she fears they will come to some harm but cannot express this concern adequately. A particularly bratty, sullen girl shrieks back, “Mind your own business, old hag!” Just then, from around the corner, the neighborhood policeman approaches, spying the truant children playing. The scrawny boy shouts out, and the children speed down the alleyway, scrambling up waiting fire escapes, shaking off the cop’s pursuit.
I am now working on a scarf intended for my event team-mate but she just got a RED coat... I don't think this will work now....
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