Here is my completed "Sunday Swing Sock" #1 in my hand-dyed yarn. It's a little darker and more colorful in 'real life'. I am pretty happy with my first dyeing effort, and plan to do it again soon.
Maddie's Monster Sweater is dunzo! It's sooo cute! As soon as it dries, I'll mail it over, Lis. And it should fit the little bean for a while. I'm starting a new project for Allie, since my first attempt is now headed to the garbage. I didn't realize I had TWO different white yarn dye lots, and the sleeves are totes 'whiter' than the body of the sweater. So that one is destined for the 'pile of doom'. But the new project I am starting is way cuter anyways!
Pia, Katie and I (with Steve's help) schlepped out a bunch o crap for a garage sale. And then it immediately rained. In our parched city where it hasn't rained all summer :-(
The goofy gang, a little excited about going back to school.
Twins, with the Dutch Boy hair. They are soooo blond!
Alex is carbo-loading with oatmeal topped with pie, the breakfast of champions!
RJ, who Jon says looks like a member of the Partridge Family with his long hair. Keith or Danny, which is it? (Jon says he is Reuben...)
Mimi picking away, sensibly wearing long sleeves and remaining on the perimeter of the patch.
Lavs, on the other hand, barged into the patch in shorts, flip flops and short sleeved shirt. And failed to notice the poison ivy in the blackberry patch. Result: two arms full of poison ivy welts.
I finally got to use my adorable tart molds from Williams-S0noma. The twins helped me, and they were delish! Our first effort didn't exactly look as fancy as the W-S package promised, but they went in the tummy just as easy even if they weren't super purty.
Project Runway, that is! And about time too! I think this season looks pretty good, not sure who I'm rooting for yet. I am partial to Louise, who likes vintage fashion, and Epperson, bc he is almost as old as me. And has grown up kids. 
Step One: Set out dyeing materials and get ready. Everything is pristine and white. Feel as if am in a laboratory.
Step Two: Don mask and gloves. Immediately start to hyperventilate. Must keep mask on or directions warn of dire effects of acid dyes. Start to question sanity of dyeing on hottest day of year.
Step Three: about 5 minutes into project; nothing pristine OR white any longer. Start to worry about dye stains on library book am using. Wonder if library will notice.
Step Four: Yarn goes in the dye pot! Immediately realize that directions are for dyeing ONE POUND of yarn. Actually dyeing FOUR OUNCES of yarn. Wonder if this will make a difference.
Step Five: Two days later, have lovely skein on yarn on swift! Colors are not exactly as envisioned but not total fug either.
Step Six: Admire pretty ball of sock yarn. Toss in cubby with all other yarn waiting to be knit. Blog about experience, then have cold glass of wine.
Call me crazy, but I'm spending the afternoon dyeing sock yarn! I've been 'dyeing' to try this for a while and today seemed like a good day. I have a little dye kit I got from Hello Yarn and some undyed sock yarn. I have an old canning kettle I picked up from a thrift store. I have no one around to interrupt me. So here goes!
Of course I have grand plans to create a beautiful hand dyed yarn that will be the colors of Venice:
"I was thrown out of NYU my freshman year for cheating on my metaphysics final. I looked within the soul of the boy sitting next to me." 
Steve taught the brothers how to ride their bikes and we are hoping he can work his magic with Mikey, who insisted on having his training wheels removed now that he is a big 4 year old. Here's a look at Moochie's first bike riding lesson (I HEART his baseball helmet used as a bike helmet since his real helmet is broken).
Fortunately, Mom packed his training wheels for the trip to Lopez. I think he's gonna need them for a little while longer...
This may be the last existent shot of the ill-fated Senior Float of 1972. It's made entirely out of paper flowers and for some bizarre reasons the officials allowed us to have a TORCH on the float. Live Fire + Strong Wind + Paper = Entire Float in Flames going down Main Street. BTW, that baby in the backpack is Pam! Other kid is Warren Rinehart's niece.
Here I am enjoying the pool, not sure why the 'arty' angle of this picture. Cuz I didn't have any arty friends, I guess maybe they were just bad photographers. BTW I thought I was fat in High School. I'd kill to be this 'fat' again.
Alex and Liam love hunting for turtles in the duck pond. Right after this picture was taken, we found out why they are called 'snapping turtles' when this rascal bit Al on the arm. 
Here's Mikey lookin' all trailer trashy in really fug cotton shorts and his Transformer flip-flops. Also, his face and tummy are covered with Tweety Bird ice cream bar remains. He's still cute tho!
In the car this morning:
