Category: Melba
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Goodbye Melba
Dear Readers, Today’s post is a sad one. If you need happy reading, or don’t have a box of tissues handy, I suggest you read elsewhere. On July 28, I said goodbye to Melba forever. The best, sweetest little dog had been carrying around a tumor for over a year, and at the end of […]
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Summer Looks Like
I may have missed the boat on spring photos, but at least I can attempt to capture summer. The sun is much brighter than I expected it to be, akin to that searing Arizona sun that toasts you to a crisp the second you step out in it. This is Kansas, though, so there’s always […]
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Three Years and a Day
Three years and one day ago, Melba’s and my paths crossed. Literally: she was walking out onto a busy surface street in Phoenix as Querido and I drove past. Querido got her across the street and sacrificed the burrito I had packed for his lunch to keep her in one place until I could get […]
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Level Up
Big news, readers! The story of my very slowly knit vest was post 500 for yours truly. For this blogger, post one happened almost eight years ago. 500 posts have taken a 500 posts ago, I was blogging under the nom de plume Wendolene on a blog called Shop on the High Street (since migrated […]
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Dogzilla
After my initial failed attempt to knit Melba a sweater, I lost my enthusiasm but didn’t give up. On car rides, during movies, and at Knit Night, I pegged away at my wonky-shaped little green sweater. Lo and behold, it fits my wonky-shaped little Melba. The spikes were absolutely essential. Although Melba does not have […]
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Sad Ears
My first attempt at knitting Melba a sweater didn’t go so well. The knitting part was fine. The wearing–not so much. After we released her from the sweater, she curled up in a sad ball on one corner of the couch to recover from her traumatic experience, I frogged the whole thing, adjusted *all* my […]
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Will Too
I am ridiculously competitive sometimes. Last week, when I was listing the few contents of a room for Querido, he jokingly bet that the spinning wheel in the closet would stay there until we moved again. It wasn’t meant to be a challenge, but clearly I didn’t have enough to do, because I took it […]
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