Graybeard and His Grandbaby

Still here! I didn't go to the Cape after all. I realized, when I gashed my knee (nothing serious) and it was bleeding all down my leg and the kitchen floor and I couldn't find a bandaid and couldn't get it to stop and I was thinking furiously "there's no TIME for mopping up blood" the evening before I was to leave early in the a.m. that I just had no more energy for anything. That even on my vacation I was burning the candle at both ends and multitasking and that I was just depleted. So I called my mom and now I'll be going next month sometime between semesters and not wedging it in between 5 other things. I was disappointed but also relieved as I unwound all my various reservations.

So guess what came in the mail yesterday? Charlotte Clayton! I'm missing a few skeins of the NPI, which I'm going to go buy today (they warned me at the shop and being impatient to get it, I said "don't wait, just ship it" and I'll kit up the rest. I'm having reservations about the fabric. They chose the most wonderful Lakeside Linen, carefully choosing gentle mottling, and it's a beautiful piece of fabric. But it's 40 count (my request), and I'm wondering, since there's a little over-one stitching, if I should go to 32 or 34 count.

And the plane is there, behind the cat. I've decided it's the 7Bunny7 returning from the Oxbow Hay company in Nebraska. I've also decided that I'll add a few more small frolicking bunnies in the background to commemorate the little lives of Archi Ann, Stanley, Tidbit and my own Bunnyman. May they frolic together in a big field of timothy.

I got a little done over the last couple of days on Deb's RR:

And here's a picture of Graybeard. He's a bit scarred up looking. He's been around for quite a while. His favorite snack is my lilies and roses in the little flower patch out back. He can have them--I enjoy seeing him show up in the evening and early morning.

Graybeard seems to have a big family; I found one of his (great, great) grandbabies in my front garden under the fading stems of the bleeding heart bush. I didn't touch him, of course, although it's such a temptation to pick them up and cup them in your hand. After taking these pics, I left him alone.