Elizabeth Zimmerman's Rib Warmer. Finished knitting long ago, sewn up on the 7th of July.
After dropping the kids at camp, yesterday, we continued riding past home to "stalk" two invitees. We know where they live but did not have the actual addresses written down. So we stalked them and got the building addresses. Then we realized that neither of them uses their husband's last name and we are back, essentially, to square one. Oops!
Today to stalk a friend of my mother-in-law. I know where she lives, I even get her mail for her when she is away. I just don't know the building address. At least she isn't married ...
We have now mailed most of the invitations save the few we are waiting on for addresses.
After dropping the kids at camp, yesterday, we continued riding past home to "stalk" two invitees. We know where they live but did not have the actual addresses written down. So we stalked them and got the building addresses. Then we realized that neither of them uses their husband's last name and we are back, essentially, to square one. Oops!
Today to stalk a friend of my mother-in-law. I know where she lives, I even get her mail for her when she is away. I just don't know the building address. At least she isn't married ...
We have now mailed most of the invitations save the few we are waiting on for addresses.
3 comments:
How pretty! (And I love a good/bad pun!)
That is lovely. I keep thinking about that pattern for my tiny always cold mother.
Good luck with the stalking!
I laughed when I read this post. I am so often guilty of the same thing, knowing where someone lives but no idea of their physical address. Makes sending cards a bit difficult. Pretty, pretty rib warmer!
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