It was tough getting a good picture of the Manos throw I blocked with my mom yesterday. I was up against the pool fence–that’s why my shadow is there. What was nice was how it was drying as we blocked. Immediate gratification. Except my mom has to fringe it–and it’s not for me. Sigh. I forget which book it is from. Hopefully she will edit this post or comment later. K’, mom?
It’s the Spring throw from Four Seasons booklet, Design Source Collections, I carefully followed the directions,and put the colors together wrong, it’s done in strips, easily sewn together.
After blocking, I hit the mall to look for a dress for Gracie. It’s her Moving Up Ceremony. I lost my keys. Doh. Thank goodness I had my spare set in my pocketbook–thinking on Monday–that anything could go wrong. But still, I lost car, house, mom, and work keys. I hope someone finds them. Granny’s gonna kick my butt. It is the second key I have lost. The last one fell out of the door and disappeared while I was hauling boxes to the dumpster. Please don’t think working at yarn shop is all glamour!
The Poetry Cafe was amazing. The theme for the artwork was Vincent Van Gogh and there was a student made checkerboard awning over the classroom door. There were tables and umbrellas. We had tablecloths and napkins with poems on them. Our place mats were poems written by the kids.
Some people like to play
Because it is a nice day
Little did they know about the snow.
I found something
Pink on my shoe
It was as sticky as glue.
We gave our names to the hostess and were seated by a server. The server took drink and dessert orders and poems were recited while musicians played quiet music. Oh, and we "snap, don’t clap". It was fabulous. The poems were so imaginative and varied. I Dreamed I Was Derek Jeter’s Sister. Pa. It was so sensitively yet humourously written to his great grandpa. Some rhymed and others didn’t. So, without further ado I present Gracie’s poem.
I dreamt one night
That I was on a boat
I was surrounded by water
Shining in the night
I heard fish swimming
I felt the smooth water
Flow through my fingers
I saw the water glisten
The wind pushes me
I close my eyes and then open them
I am lying in my bed again
Waiting for the next dream to come