Cole, the super sweet guy in the photos works at the cafe. What a smile! The scarf has a sm. pocket in lemongrass wool. The button is hand lathed black walnut made by Harvey. Harvey is a retired widow, shows up for iced tea at precisely 2p.m. and makes beautiful wood bowls. He even made one for me. 🙂 What would I do w/o the cafe? My little neighborhood family.
The wrist warmers are modeled by Lola, who works at the cafe too. She has lovely hands.
Meanwhile, Mallie named her darling stray dog Roscoe. I’m glad he found a home. I went to the pound today, and the pitbull (who I’ve secretly named Sweetness) is still alive in quarantine. Couldn’t see her. I saw a lot of pitbulls. I hate the pound. It makes me sad.
In other news, I found ANOTHER dog yesterday. ??? Or actually it found me. I was having coffee when this black lab appeared in front of me. Tail between her legs, choke collar. She was scared, scared, scared. I got some turkey from the cook. She took it from my fingers, but backed away fast. I tried to slip Zephyr’s leash around her, but she wasn’t falling for it. I called animal control. . . again. Sigh.
Unfortunately, the guy was a bozo. I’d been coaxing her towards me, keeping her close, off the street. This dip wad walks right up onto her, calling and waving the leash. (Normally I’d go into a very long rant about stupid people, but I will abstain to save space, but know I was VERY annoyed). Needless, he chased the dog right into the street. (Big surprise!) I mentioned there were about a dozen other ways he might have handled that. He made a snide remark then drove after the dog–because that’s always effective.
I let it go, with GREAT difficulty. I had work to do, but I gestured skyward w/a grand universal shrug and question mark. Still, I see a letter to the city animal shelter w/this guys badge # on it. Sigh . . . .