Friday, January 24, 2014
Sooooooo cold!!!!!! We can’t believe Leslie made us go outside to get this photo. We think the light in the living room is just fine, but oh, nooooooo. Had to be with daylight and without dog or cat hair. Easy for her to say. She has a coat, a hat, and shoes. We cookies, on the other hand, are lying naked on the cement on a day when according to NOAA:
SXUS72 KRAH 250647 CCA
RECORD EVENT REPORT
NATIONAL WEATHER SERVICE RALEIGH NC
145 AM EST SAT JAN 25 2014
…RECORD DAILY LOW MAXIMUM TEMPERATURE FOR JANUARY 24TH TIED AT
THE RDU INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT…
THE HIGH TEMPERATURE AT THE RDU INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT ON FRIDAY
JANUARY 24TH WAS 27 AT 407 PM. THIS TIES THE OLD RECORD DAILY LOW
MAXIMUM TEMPERATURE SET IN 1963.
So in case you were wondering, this is what crochet cookies look like when they are shivering:
Saturday, January 25, 2014
We had seriously been hoping Leslie would take the day off.
She was gone most of the morning, but by mid-afternoon, she was back at it with the whole hook and weaving in ends thing. The only good thing that happened was that the temperature finally rose above freezing, so while we were chilled, it was nowhere near as bad as yesterday:
We did get a little bit of a break when she got out the graph paper and colored pencils and worked on this cookieghan “design aid”:
complete with paper cookies:
Sunday, January 26, 2014
It was a beautiful sunny day, but still a bit cold for our tender acrylic hearts. It’s not like we’re made of wool or alpaca and can easily weather the cold, but Leslie did some work on squaring off the cookies and made us go outside again for more group photos.
This one with just the “every other” squares:
and this one with all of the crochet cookies that had so far been squared off:
Those of us who had to go outside didn’t think it was exactly fair that some of the squares and cookies got to stay inside while some of us froze, but then we’ve read that life isn’t fair.
With any luck, Leslie will finish this project this week, and we can go off to warmer climes where we belong.