And the recipient, Linda, loved it. What's not to love about cashmere???
But unfortunately my evening had the wind knocked out of the sails by hearing that my father has gone back to the 'home'. Wrong on so many levels. I'm so disappointed that my Mother is not even considering getting a home duty caregiver for him. If you had an ingrown toenail would you amputate the whole leg? Potential solutions are not even being considered here. The food at the 'home' was barely summer camp fare. My apologies to any summer camp that actually cared about the food it passed out to campers.
But unfortunately my evening had the wind knocked out of the sails by hearing that my father has gone back to the 'home'. Wrong on so many levels. I'm so disappointed that my Mother is not even considering getting a home duty caregiver for him. If you had an ingrown toenail would you amputate the whole leg? Potential solutions are not even being considered here. The food at the 'home' was barely summer camp fare. My apologies to any summer camp that actually cared about the food it passed out to campers.
So I came home to this:
And, no, it's not a pile of spaghetti. Rather, it the second skein of cashmere I had to dig into to finish Linda's scarf. I'm going to have to leave this project for a day when my patience has been replenished. Urggghhh.
