Random Friday

In the last month, the weather has turned, slowly, toward summer. And my already short attention span has been tempted away from the needles for a few other projects

There was the brief flirtation with beading

I made this on a dripping wet Saturday afternoon, at Marla's Beadery, in Whitby. I may have to go back and see what I can find to turn into stitch markers. She has some lovely stuff.

And then there's Heidi's lovely roving,

which I've been slowly, slowly turning into the most beautiful yarn.

And then, there was the rhubarb. Ahh, rhubarb!

A little while ago, my friend Anna asked me if I'd like some rhubarb. My response was immediate: "Yes, please!" And a few days later, a great big bag full of rhubarb magically appeared at my house.

And, so, in an effort to help the Man O' My Dreams continue to lose weight, I did not turn that lovely rhubarb into pie.

I made this,

a great big bowl full of beautiful, refreshing, pink, stewed rhubarb.

Hey, Anna?

THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU!