Sean is a huge soccer fan and right now we are waiting for the 2015 Women’s World Cup game between the USA and Japan to start.
Earlier for lunch, I made sushi rice and we ate fresh vegetarian hand rolls.
Both Sean and I love sushi and Japanese food, but today Sean is a USA fan, through and through.
P.S. The table runner is the reverse side of this table runner from this post, and the quilted placemat is this one.
I know, I know. Almost a month into this blog, and no pictures of anything crocheted yet. So I present to you:
Ta-da!
(Click on any of the images to enlarge.)
A bit of a corner detail:
And another corner:
So pretty, right? So nice and neat and perfectly aligned.
But, ah, this afghan holds a secret.
Behold the back view:
Auugggghhhh!!!!! Unwoven ends!!!!!
Look, even closer:
Yes. It’s shameful. All those loose ends need to be cleaned up. I started and got some of them done. But it’s just not fun, man. I’d rather be doing something else.
Anyway, there’s an easy solution.
It’s like when Sean was a little boy and he and his family went out to eat, and he made a big mess and got spaghetti sauce all over himself, and then later on, after they left the restaurant, his mom happened to glance over at him and noticed his white shirt was spotless, and she said, “How did your shirt get so clean?” and he said, “Oh, I just turned it around, see?” and then he turned around to show her his back, and sure enough, there was the dirty spaghetti sauce part of his shirt, just on the other side.
So, yeah, like that.
The sock model called last night for evening check-in. He was three hours ahead in Florida. He said, “What are you doing?”
“Sewing. I’m taking a break from knitting. What are you doing?”
“Oh, not much. We just got home a while ago. We went out for oysters.”
“Oysters! Damn it! I want oysters.” I could picture them in my mind, a platter of a dozen raw fat oysters on the half shell, served chilled on a bed of ice. “How were they?”
“Yeah…” By the tone of his voice, Sean didn’t sound too thrilled about his experience with these oysters. Sometimes, you just get a bad batch. Not bad like food-poisoning bad, but just bad like bottom-of-the-barrel, end-of-the-season, so-sad-no-more-good-oysters-until-next-year kind of bad. He said, “Remember when sometimes we’d get them, and they’d be all small, and kinda stringy and not so good?”
“Yeah, I remember.”
“Remember when they’d be really good. Like that really fresh, fat kind of oyster.”
“Yeah…” I remembered. I waited to hear him tell me that these most recent oysters weren’t as good as the ones we used to have. “And… ?”
“Oh, no, that’s all. These were that really fresh, fat kind.” Then he started laughing. “They were really good.”
“Ha, ha,” I said. “I’m going back to sewing.”
This is a cheat entry. I finished this project yesterday, but I didn’t start the blog until today. Oh well. Anyway, this is a quilted patchwork placemat that I made out of leftover blocks from earlier quilts. These colors and prints make me happy. I think it’s a sweet little placemat to make eating a meal that much more nicer.
365 Days Handmade 