The black scarf belonged to my dad. He died five years ago this December. I think it's a scarf only my dad could love--to wear anyway. I found it quite itchy, but it works perfectly to cover up lighter colored pants. Without it draped over my lap I just can't see the holes in my linen. It's like having a little of my dad with me as I stitch.
This morning I made another batch of cookies for Thanksgiving dessert at Mom's. I'm really hoping we don't get uninvited again this year. No, it's not like that. The year we got uninvited two of the three of us were quite ill, and Mom didn't want us to share. I'm almost convinced our son came home with the flu Wednesday afternoon--all the right symptoms. He fought going to the doctor due to a busy school week, and there was no fever Thursday morning, so we let him out of it. He was still sick, but off the hook. Now my hubby is all sniffly.
|Ginger Cookies with Dark Chocolate Chips|