knitting

The depression dress is taking shape. Not that it is really a depression dress because then dresses were made of flour bags and not thick luxurious wool. But the wool is all my remnants, hence the term depression dress. As in 1930s, not as in depressed mental state.

I've knitted all of the skirt and most of the front bodice. I've done one strap and have another to do and then the back and we are all over. I'm making longish straps so they can be altered and Brighid can wear it for two years. At some point I'm going to need to make buttonholes, so if anyone can help with instructions or a link to some, I'd be eternally grateful.

I am seriously sick of cleaning but I am soldiering on. My goal is simplicity. Everything in its place and a place for everything. Sounds so simple. Today I did some cleaning of odd and old things in the fridge. Brighid emptied more pots of dirt, all over the back step, while I did that.

We ate our own cabbage for dinner. It was great. I had to wash it of quite a few crawlers and slimers. The supermarket cabbages must have a LOT of spray on them.