First things first. The green afghan has been mended, and me, manned with the 3M lint roller, removed a lot of the bristly hair of the yarn-chewing dog removed. It was amazing how the hairs had intertwined in the stitches. I can just picture him snagging the afghan with an outstretched paw as the afghan was hanging off of the sofa. Once he had a portion of the afghan pulled into his kennel, he settled down for a chewing frenzy until he wore himself out, followed by a nap on his conquest. Piper is no longer in the household. Piper, being part Dingo, his energy was too aggressive for Megan and Nicholas to handle him or to interact with him. I think the new Labradoodle puppy is a much better fit.
The afghan has been gently washed and rinsed multiple times. I was literally afraid to take it out of the washing machine for fear I had missed some stray. chewed off ends of yarn and the whole thing had unraveled on me. Nope. All was well and the dryer set on a low setting just finished it off perfectly. Some of the repair is less than beautiful. Considering how much was missing and how many raw ends of yarn were left to track backwards, I feel good about the project. I think Carrie will be pleased. I know if Carrie and Kevin’s Grandma Esther, the gal that taught me how to crochet, were here . . . she would be proud.
Later today, I did begin taking a second look at my sewing area. It needed some work before bringing in a new sewing machine. I admit, I have stuff. I can whip up, crank out, and produce quality projects without needing to do a “shop hop” first. I love my sewing and craft area. It is better than drugs to sedate me. After some elbow grease and implementing some of my organizational skills, it is not surprising that I have some items to send home with Carrie and also with Kevin when the family is together for Thanksgiving. Sharing of the goodie stashes – priceless.
It is time to wind down for the day.