It's Fabulous, Muriel--- wonderful cozy, Autumn colors!! I never learned how to knit or crochet; my Mom used to crochet some; she made me a peach-colored afghan in a Seashell pattern one time, which means alot to me--- esp. since she's already passed away now.
I used a multi colour yarn, with a cream ball of wool, as well as a mid brown wool, hence the autumn colours.
Glad you liked the rug, my Grandma tryed to teach me to crochet, but never did master it.
Margaret the colour are lovely on your works.
Well we are off to bed now, as Peter has to get up at 5am each morning to go to work.
We watched the last hour or so of the World Series last night--- man, the score stayed sooo close, and then they played 2 extra innings because they were Tied!... Then the Texans lost! (Boo hoo, we've never won a world series before...) Tonight's the final nite of us having a chance--- Go Texas Rangers!! (I don't watch baseball usually, but this is different--- both teams are Great at what they do!!)
Have a good weekend everyone, including Charley & the Dear Donkeys!!
We watched most of the final game last night, and the Rangers kept Walking so many Cardinals to 1st base, it was ridiculous... if I hadn't seen the game the night Before where they were so evenly matched, I would've wondered How the Rangers even made it to the Final games! ... in fact, I kept falling asleep the last 30 minutes or so--- till my husband says, 'You're asleep... it's Over!'--- I said, 'Good, I'm goin' to bed... wasn't worth watching it!'
Charleen, I bet All the Longears are Frisky because of the colder temps--- my horses used to be extra-prancy when we had a cold front! I miss watching them run around!
Oh, enjoy the spectacle, Charleen! I used to be afraid my young gelding (a little stallion at the time) would run into me sometimes in the pasture when he started running so Fast, heading straight for me... if I stood perfectly Still, right when he got to about 3 feet in front of me, he would suddenly Dart around me--- I didn't Dare move! It was a game with him--- but that's about the time my Dad told me, Get him gelded, or sell him--- ooh, sorry Saulteaux... I was about 19 at the time; I know my Dad just didn't want me to be... Killed!