Favorite blankets

This summer I have scored huge at Savers, the thrift store.  I love, love, love hand knits, crocheted blankets, and some sewing, but mostly knit/crocheted  blankets.  The thrift store usually has a ton of them.  Why?  Why would someone give away something that was made by hand?  It seems like a crime to me.

The children's section of Savers always has lots of hand knit or crocheted sweaters.  

I have kept every single hand made anything that was given to my kids when they were born.  Peter's cousin made us a beautiful blue & white quilt when we got married.  I cannot think of one reason why it would end up at a thrift store.  

This particular granny-squared blanket even has a personalized tag on it.  Who is/was Janet Merritt and would she be heart-broken that her blanket ended up selling for $2.99 at a thrift store?  Can you imagine how many hours she must have spent on it?  I'm so glad I found it because I love it.

This gray & white blanket I found for less than $6.  You can't even buy all the yarn needed to make this for $6.  It's my kids favorite & it is a work horse of a blanket in our house.

I look forward to finding more.   I certainly wouldn't get them all --you should see some of the color combinations--oy.  But I'll pick up the nice ones.

Bath time...

My first attempt at giving the dog a bath.  Peter & the kids have given her the past baths, but today it was me.  Cody is a "country dog."  She's outside most of the day and likes to dig, roll in who-knows-what, and unfortunately has discovered some mulch.  In other words, Cody stinks.

First we needed to tie her up so she couldn't run away.  We just tied her to the basketball hoop pole, and we gave her some treats.

This photo below captures how much she loathes getting a bath:
Cody was not happy, nor impressed.

She smells a lot better now.

Good job.

I'd Rather Be Fishing

 I took them fishing today at Luddam's Ford.  

They loved it with the exception of a few things.  1: we didn't notice Joseph was missing a hook on his line.  2: Olivia's light-up Barbie rod had a lure attached, which clearly is not as much fun as fishing with a hook & bobber.

Olivia kept "catching" strange things:

It was fine though because I was able to use what Joseph had, and twist it into a hook.  Then I was able to get the big, fat juicy worm on it.  I found those worms by myself, you know.

Sadly, there were no bites today.

They did score some fish last week when Peter took them camping:  Fishing @ Nickerson State Park:

Bits of Saturday, Sunday & Monday

Saturday:

teaching her Dad to knit...

Cut throat game of Monopoly (I won!)...

Sunday:
Last day of art gallery wall, making room for new school year...

Cleaned out "locker" for new school year...

A new knitting project,

Our godson's birthday party with a water slide...

The dying t-shirts with their cousins...

Paella for dinner!!!!! at the grandparents house...

A fashion show following dinner...

Monday:
this morning we went blueberry picking in Scituate....

We picked 3 &1/4 pounds.  Gonna make some blueberry buckle today...

Tree-Berry Farm in Scituate...

Fastest week ever....

I really hope not every week this summer will go by this fast.

This week started with a last minute cancel to the beach, so we made some chocolate chip cookies using Edie's recipe from Lifeingrace, which unfortunately I can't seem to link to.  Try it.  It's the best.

We shared some with our neighbors and the pool guys (Olivia's idea).  We had the pool people over to replace our 30 year old leaking pipes.  

Joseph started summer baseball on Tuesday night which means dinner before 5pm, unless we want to eat after 8pm. Nope.

The next morning they both started golf.  This is Joseph's 4th year and Olivia's first.

This morning we had the brilliant idea of going to the beach.  It was 67 degrees and windy.  We last one hour because we were freezing.  We never even took off our cover-ups.

This is "my" house.  I claimed it years ago, so it's true.  Just not on paper.

This sky was telling us to come back another day.  Whatever.

A man walking the beach called us "Die Hards" because we beached it today.  I like him.

At least we had the beach to ourselves.....