Waistband
Look at that … 34.5 inches of knitted goodness.
It’s actually about an inch longer than it should be, according to the pattern–I knitted a few too many rows–but then, my actual waistline is rather larger than it should be, so I’m not too worried.
I pinned it to my blocking board in the guest room (while we have a guest room), and the people coming to look at the house tomorrow afternoon will just have to deal.
In the meantime, Mom’s taken down most of the artwork in the house–which, for us, mostly means embroidered pictures by her or me. Luckily, I couldn’t see most of the ones in my room from where I sit anyway, but the walls look oddly bare.
We’re still waiting to hear about the townhouse rental. (You DO all have your fingers crossed, right?)
Mom and I are feeling superstitious about this one, so unlike the last two houses we were interested in, we haven’t given details about this to anybody. Just that we saw something we liked, but are waiting. Not even my sister knows the details. Mom and I haven’t even looked at the pictures on our cameras from Saturday.
We’re really hoping this one works, though. Third time’s the charm, right? Because if this doesn’t, we’re really not sure what Plan C (D? E?) is.
We’ve had a handful of people come to look at this house. Today, in fact, the realtor who lives next door brought some clients–because that’s not weird at all. “Here, look at this house–and I live right next door!” You’ve got to really like your real estate agent for that to be a selling point. And, if you’re the agent, when, exactly, do you bring that up in the conversation? “Oh, and by the way, once you buy this, we’ll be neighbors!”
There’s going to be an open house on Sunday, so the four of us need to skedaddle, so we’re going up to my sister’s and trying to think of it as an anniversary visit, rather than a “you have to leave your house open to the critical gazes of strangers” visit, because Mom and Dad’s 46th wedding anniversary is on Monday.
Hopefully, by then, we’ll have a new home to go to. You know, assuming there’s no problem with this townhouse we want to rent. The one I’m not telling you about until I have firm information one way or another!
At least I have pretty knitting to look at. And if I’m lucky, it will be dry by tomorrow night so I can start on the actual sweater part.
Although, of course, I really should be packing.
Oh, and Ramble‘s arrived at his first destination! Can’t wait to hear about his adventures.






































































Tannenbaum.
House Calls


