Little Buddy attends Physical Therapy two times a week. We call his therapist PT Terri, as his nanny is a Terri, too we need to differentiate who we are talking about. PT Terri has had a student for the past few months and this is her last week. She is a darling young woman, (we call her Almost PT Ashley) ready to start her career. It is so fun to see her confidence rising. I remember how terrifying internships were. So as a quick present to say good luck, I made her the famous Queen Anne's Lace Scarf. You can never go wrong with this pattern, it always makes a beautiful scarf.
Made from Plymouth Yarn Company, Gina, yarn I have had in my stash for ages. I used a size J hook and went at it the last few days so it could be delivered to her today. My husband took Little Buddy to his therapy so I don't suppose I will know if she likes it or not. Sometimes it is just nice to know someone is thinking about you and wishes you well.
This yarn is 100% wool, and a tiny bit scratchy, not perfect for a scarf in Florida. But who knows where she will end up living, the possibilities are endless for a new therapist. I used about 150 yards for this scarf, I just stopped when I thought it was long enough and the ends sort of matched up.
With the remainder of the yarn I whipped up this little coaster/ I don't know what it is, thing. It looks a bit wonky in the photo, I think that green strip is rounder than this in real life. I wanted to use every bit of my 220 yards of this yarn. I am sort of anti-leftover yarn right now. I have enough bits and bobs of yarn around, I don't need to add to my collection.
Right now this trivety/coastery/thingy is on my table with a lovely little vase I bought in Franklin, NC when I was visiting. It is a sweet little glass pitcher I got for $10. I love it.
So you all don't think I live in a world of crochet bliss and flowers everywhere, Mr. 20 year old is scheduled for his wisdom tooth removal tomorrow at 7in the morning, we went for his consultation today. My Teenager has a consult with an ENT tomorrow afternoon for those pesky tonsils. And Little Buddy, not to be outdone, has his 3 year check-up (a month late) on Thursday. I am running to this appointment and that one to fit everyone in. Max you had better not need a trip to the vet this week!
Mr. 20 year old got home yesterday evening. Little Buddy and I picked him up at the airport, and you know that little one was so thrilled when he saw his oldest brother, he screamed with glee. I think Little Buddy thinks Mr.20 year old lives at the airport, because that is where we always pick him up and drop him off. It is a blessing to have my boys under one roof for a short bit of time. I always breathe easier when we are all together.
Wish me luck tomorrow with my nursing skills.