Miracles Happen

This  quilted runner is courtesy of my sister., Mareseatoats, who made this lovely addition to my Thanksgiving table.

Brace yourselves!

Contrary to popular belief, no drama holidays exist! I know this for a fact because we just celebrated one.  Nobody lost their temper and no one cried, though I almost did when I toppled an exquisite bottle of pinot noir that my brother had only just opened to allow it to breathe.  Red wine went everywhere except into my glass.  All was not lost as most of the--now well aerated--wine didn't spill.  What didn't stay in the bottle landed on the floor, walls and curtains.

We have snow in Detroit today.  It's not an enormous amount, but a reminder that it is wintery here now, despite the fact that it was 60 degrees just last Wednesday.  I first noticed what had happened overnight when I peeked out of my wine stained curtains and saw my car was white and not gray.  Leo must know it's snowed because, though it's nearly 10AM, he hasn't gotten out from under the covers yet.  I'm going to take a cue from the dog and make this a day of rest that's peppered with periods of knitting, though the knitting does promise to get dramatic.  I've finished the bodice on my Mr. Bluejeans sweater and will now start the short row shaping.  If I finish that part today, I'll turn the whole thing on it's side and begin knitting the applied cabled part of the sweater.  Knitting sideways...I love Amy Swenson and her patterns.  She has an extraordinary mind.

I hope that those of you who celebrated Thanksgiving had a drama free and relaxing day and weekend, too.  I'm now a believer that miracles do indeed happen.