My Place

T'was in a city where I was born, but there I never found a home.
My heart had known before my past, that in a city I would not last.
Could it be these feet of mine, would find the sand the place they'd pine?
Alas the beach was not the place, for that my forlorn heart would race.
Canopy of trees, shines filtered sun, a breathe of honeysuckle where I run,
T'was a hoosier I'm meant to be, with clay soil beneath my feet.
Just one acre, my little woods. But this place does suit me good.
And here I'll be a hoosier best, and live my life til time to rest.

Rebecca



Sunday, January 27, 2013

Silly Hubby

My hubby is a darling really. He is so sweet. He was looking at my knitting while I worked, with this quizzical look on his face. I could tell he was really struggling. Then finally, he comes out with it. Honey? Don't you think that is a bit big for a sock?

I should have soooo played this up. But...I didn't. Yup honey it is a bit big for a sock, because it is a fuzzy slipper. Pattern here fuzzy feet from Ravelry. It is supposed to be big, because you wash it and felt it, then it shrinks to magically fit your feet.

A wonderful look of relief comes over his face....He really does love me. He knew how long I had worked to pluck the wool off our bunny, dye the fiber, blend the fibers, spin the fibers, knit the yarn and all to come up with this huge sock!
I'll update when I have felted the slippers. :)

1 comment:

Michelle said...

Love it! I doubt my husband would have noticed....