…can’t trust that day. It was an okay weekend and it should be an okay day, but I feel off. The sun came out and it’s warming up, so perhaps that’s a sign that things will improve.
It was raining on Saturday, so the farmer’s market was kind of a bust — there was only a small fraction of the usual vendors. This Saturday will be the last farmer’s market of the season, so I hope it’s a nice day. We did come upon half-price day at a nearby book sale, though, and I scored “Knit Mittens!” for $2; I also found a pattern booklet from 1965 for knitted shells (and two skirts) for 10 cents, and a couple of other books that I snagged with gift-giving in mind. They included notice of an upcoming book sale in February, and we’ve already marked our calendars — we love book sales!
There was some knitting. Despite my lingering Cromarty envy and the fabulous wooliness received from SP2 late last week and the occasional distraction of contemplating Christmas knitting, I kept plugging away at St. Brigid. When I pick it up tonight, I’ll start the third repeat. It seems to be going quickly.
I made Knitche’s Chili All Day recipe again (scroll to October 13) on Saturday afternoon and took it to Mom’s yesterday for our post-game dinner (it was a happy one, since the Packers won yesterday, and the Badgers remain undefeated after their win on Saturday). Thanks again, Abbey; I can’t recommend that recipe enough. I let the chili simmer for a good long time on Saturday, plus the flavors blended some overnight, and it was just delicious! Ai even had some, and that’s something — she’s my “Mikey“!