…now that I’m done with Moth I feel lost…forlorn…without purpose. What to knit? What to spin? What to do? I guess I could clean something since the house is definitely starting to resemble a pigsty. Or, I could just show you prom photos ;o)
Roger’s Dad (aka ‘Pa’) drove them in his ’48 Ford – which just happened to match her dress. I think they had the coolest ride there and I’m pretty certain she had the only hand-knit shawl (made with yarn dyed specially for her by Auntie J) ;o)