Ken came home last night with a dozen roses and a card. I cooked, a spectacular feat for me, especially since he actually liked and ate it -turkey breast and potatoes. Then he even came to church with me (I'm the organist). We came up to receive a blessing, and some friends were also celebrating their anniversary of 41 years. Ours was our first. What a difference. We'll probably never make it to 41, but not for the usual reasons.
I wore my new smoke ring out of Tilli Thomas Rockstar beaded yarn and the corresponding plain yarn. It was the warmest and coziest item this cold and wet day. I decided it would not be saved for "church" days. I am going to wear it as much as possible, and start another similar one soon- just as soon as I get to my LYS for some fine pretty yarn... By the way, that is a bust of Bach that sits on my piano. A perfect foil for knitted hats and smoke rings.
The man is tired and napping, and the dogs just had an hour with me walking the fields. The house is quiet and peaceful, just as a Sunday should be. I'll get myself ready for work tomorrow and then knit, knit, knit.....
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