A Little Yarn On The Side

So, when faced with an overwhelming amount of canning to be done, one option open to an intrepid knitter is to do something so spectacularly stupid that she ends up with a massively bruised hip and strained back, so she has no CHOICE but to rest for a few days--mostly in a completely flat position.  As it turns out, this works pretty well, and the BSJ is now finished and sewn together, and the second Christmas stocking is now at the trees.  And when I figure out where I put my camera, there will be proof of all of this.........except the bruising.  This isn't that sort of blog.........

......but the garden was finally killed off by frost last night, so while there is a crazy amount of canning happening NOW, the end is finally in sight.  Whew!  Though one good thing about our new weather pattern is that I'm canning much, much later in the year now than even 3 years ago, and it's a lot cooler.  Today it was probably as pleasant as standing over a hot stove could ever be as the rest of the house was rather chilly much of the day.  Not that I'm crazy enough to keep this up all winter......

If you do not see me on this blog for the next weeks, you can be certain that the green tomatoes got me. Frost comes on Tuesday night........finally!

 One down, one to go!  My sidekick has agreed to hang out while I knit, but judging from the muffled growling and twitching, it seems to be giving him nightmares.  Guess I'm not the one who hates colorwork most in the house after all...............

Right now I'm decreasing the foot every-other row, and you are to remind me of this when I am freaking out on the matching stocking because my notes--which you can sort of see--are so pathetic.  Technically, they're better than the notes I made on this stocking and I was eventually able to make a matching stocking for Andy, but they might be more like cousins than twins if one looked too closely.  Maybe if I just knit them both really quickly any details I've forgotten to write down will be lodged in my short-term memory.  (Says the woman who managed to hide Andy's pajama bottoms from herself for a year and a half..........)