I bought this shrunken wool sweater at a resale shop--"felted" by mistake at some point in its life. I wanted to turn it into a kid's sweater--kind of cheaty, but much easier than knitting the whole thing myself. It will be donated somewhere.
Mike and I like to have Sunday morning breakfast--something a bit more than our usual coffee and English muffin with peanut butter. This morning I made waffles from scratch. This is the very first time in my life that I served waffles that did not pop out of the toaster. What a lot of work. Any recipe that requires separating eggs and whipping the yolks and whites separately is a major project in my book. They were good, though--light and tender--and we had brought some Vermont maple syrup down with us so we had that to pour over them.
Isn't it great to learn and do new things right into old age...er...maturity.