But when the Sun in all his state
Illumed the Eastern skies,
She passed through Glory’s morning gate
And walked in Paradise.
-Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Last Friday afternoon, after a life in which she loved us all as hard as she could, my Grandmother passed away.

Words fail to express how I will I miss her.

 

 

*Project details and other photos of the shawl in this picture can be found on Ravelry here.  I finished it for her for Christmas, not quite one month before she died.

This is not a yarn cake. No, don’t argue – this is a yarn cupcake.

(Blue Sky Alpaca Silk for Mom’s Clementine Shawlette)

This, dear readers, is a yarn cake.

(Cascade Eco Wool for a project to be named later)

You don’t believe me? For comparison purposes:

I’m just saying it’s a good thing I decided to take that hank into Knitch (it’s the best LYS in the world, have I mentioned?) to get it wound, because I fear what would have become of me and the yarn trying to wind that sucker by hand.

<<In non-knitting news, I would just like to say that I cannot remember a time when I have not been a loyal fan of the Atlanta Falcons, even when they were really, really, really bad. Now, because of this,  Michael Vick is officially dead to me.  And until Arthur Blank does the right thing and gets rid of him, so are the Falcons as a whole.  I’m taking suggestions for a new team, if you have them.  In the meantime, I say put Mr. Vick in a ring with one of the dogs he tortured and see if he likes it.>>

How about something pretty to take our mind off of it?

Yes, that is the Mystery Stole #3, which I have decided to knit.

I have never knit lace before.

I have to learn to knit lace, because Anne did this.

So see? It’s all her fault.