"Sheba Sue"
3/13/99
7/28/08
Has crossed the rainbow bridge.

Lucy's amazing vest was a misunderstanding of the topic, but so creatively accomplished and loved by all.
And here we have my Squonk who cries himself into a puddle (note his eyes) when he is seen by humans in either the brambles (he's knit in bramble stitch) or under the Eastern Hemlock trees (the Hemlock Ring doily/blanket) of Northwestern Pennsylvania.
This is another section of the items on the table. I am particularly fond of the tam in cream, browns and blues and wanted to share it here.
Poppy always shares delightful projects in her show-and-tells with panache. This year her project is the knitted shirt she is wearing. Since I all too well remember the knitted dresses of the 60's I loved but had difficulty wearing because they would show every blimp, irregardless of size, blocking or wear, it amazes me to see a garment like this worn with such grace. (But I shouldn't be surprised, she is graceful at all times it seems, unlike moi.)
And Pat's knitted tablecloth. Such a beauty! Pat knits both by hand and with a knitting machine. All the tops she wears at camp she has knit, most of them by machine, which she calls 'cheating, but quick'!
On this monitor, one of the four at camp, Meg is showing one of the items that appears in the September "Wool Gathering". I see it coming into a needle near me.







That evening was spent at a comfortable motel in Manistique. We had dinner at the local country club, and this was our fairway/lake view as we partook of the Cajun chef's specialty. On the way back to the motel, we checked out a section of the local lake walk.
The ground rock is 'dimpled' (from a post card it appears this is PetoskeyRock, the state rock of Michigan. should I be incorrect, please let me know.)No sand here, just the rock. Does it not seem as though we're looking at a closeup of the moon in shadow? And the grass growing seemingly out of the rock... I'd guess just enough sand was deposited to sprout the wayward seed. On our travels, I'm always watching for plants/trees/cactus growing in unexpected environments.
The next morning we continued in the UP (Upper Peninsula) to find not just 'sea grass' but even nearly wild roses and other wildflowers interspersed with the grass. Lake Michigan was beckoning, but we had to continue onward to Wisconsin.
At the same pull-off, I turned to the left for this shot of the morning sun sparkling on the lake. Sigh. From here we continued on to Escanaba for breakfast at the Swedish Pantry mentioned in an earlier post, the yarn shop in Menominee, and to Merrill, WI. 
