This dumb tablecloth has been on my table for months, and I FINALLY hemmed it today. We don’t eat on it, it just protects the table when we set or do stuff on it. I serged the two fabrics together in June or something, and here we are in October. It needs to be washed, and I just couldn’t wash it and throw it back on the table without a hem.

I have either lost, or never actually bought the wooly nylon thread I was going to use to hem it with, but I was so desperate to get it done, I did the rolled hem with regular thread. It still looks good, and I can redo it later if I want to.

Ha. Don’t think so.

To be honest, I want to make more tablecloths and placemats, but haven’t found fabric that sings to me as much as these silly polka dots do.

The first legwarmer is done. It’s cute, quite warm, and although it fit snugly, it doesn’t stay up if I do a lot of walking. So the next ones are going to be wool instead of alpaca, so I can get some cling.

And Abby has talked me into knitting her a pair, but hers will be plain ribbing I think, with that tweedy yarn I spun for her in July.

Wanna hear something sad? Liv read my post on Monday, where I talked about her losing things. When she got to the part where I said that I didn’t want to make her sweater, she burst into tears and ran out of the room.

Bad, bad mom.

It took at least an hour to convince her that I DID in fact want to knit it for her, I was merely concerned about her losing it.

Then she ripped the rest of my heart out when she said that she knows she loses things, but didn’t want everyone reading my blog to know.

Ouch.

Poor, sweet thing.

Bad, bad mom.