When One Face is Enough

Some things do not translate well into needlework.
This is one of them.
Oy. The knitting craze has us all by the yarn balls.

This weekend, I'm off in the shoemobile for yet another cross Michigan transit. The lakefront cottages where I will be staying are about sixty years old and made of log and knotty pine. They're funky, rustic, and fabulous. The refrigerators may be older than the cottages. They have those round corners, you know.
I will be visiting the Cherry Bowl Drive-In--running movies and popping corn since 1953. See you soon!