Note the toothpick to complete the look. such a little actor!
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We enjoyed ourselves immensely at the festival this year. It was a windy and gray day on the beach, but very comfortable for the most part at the festival. Rather than buy 4 meals, I purchased a sampler platter that had grouper, shrimp, crab cakes, calamari, french fries and hushpuppies. We each had favorites from it, but we all sampled. We also met a local potter and bought a few of his wares. He's quite a character! If you're lucky, you'll get one of his mugs/cups or bowls for a gift this year.










We missed the dancer last week and were bummed, but this week we were on time! Max and William brought cards to show off their new found interest in Five Card Draw, Blackjack and Gin and all the boys gathered around. Someone brought decadent brownies to share. See the "brownie" girls? Diane and Michelle were (of course) knitting! Michelle was working on a sock and Diane was casting on for a belated birthday present for her mom. The mystery kid with the plastic leis on his head was taken by William. And check out Ren's blue-do! The littles were playing duck duck goose for a few minutes and Max and Tyler enjoyed a few moments peace on the stage.









William made a friend at Paddy O'Leary's pub. It's a "real" pub, or as close to it as you can get around here. Food, drinks, darts and local Celtic musicians gather here every Thursday to drink and play. William "won" a shirt here at the Half way to St. Patty's day celebration. Though it advertises some Gay Rum (quiet, all of you) he loves the shirt because it's so soft. It's also pumpkin orange and a women's style, but that hasn't slowed him down any!
Our Laundry room, check out the water marks and still no machines
Regency Towers, a year later and you can still see through the building
this house was only a few years old when Ivan hit. It sits unrepaired
one of two cars still sitting on Ariola
This was once someone's home. It's a skeleton now.


Cables. I don't think I'm the only knitter who thought "cable" was a dirty word and far beyond my neophyte knitting reach. I was wrong. This pattern is from Bags a Knitter Dozen, published by xrx books. While I disagree with a few things in the pattern and did alter it a tad, it is practically brainless ONCE YOU GET THE HANG OF IT. I frogged this item four, that's 4 as in 1,2,3, FOUR times before I figured how to cable. My problem, and possibly yours too, was that I didn't use a cable needle and I had my yarn in front of the stitch to be knit or purled. Once I figured it out the main problem was enlarging the chart enough for my old eyes to read it. I scanned it in my computer and then enlarged it. Now I can print it out and mark off each row as I've completed it. I've died some more Brown Sheep Lamb's Pride with coffee and cinnamon to make another purse. I think I might use this same pattern. I felted this after I was done. I pondered what to do for a while and ultimately decided felting was the way to go. I might not felt the next one, but instead put in the recommended lining.