Of Peplum(s) and Other Things

thankfulgirl pointed out that I probably meant to say peplums, not pemplums, and of course she is right. (Now I am the thankful girl: thank you for the correction. My misspelling resulted in the habitual misnaming of this particular garment extension. I've been saying "pemplums" about three times a day for at least a week, without the Hubs correcting me once. This tells me he isn't paying much attention to my knit talk [and knitting blog!]. Well. Don't we have to pluck a chicken tonight! [=ein Hühnen mit jmd. zu rupfen haben]).

With its peplums finished, Heron now looks like this:

I doubt I'll finish the cardigan this week, since we're expecting two wonderful friends for the weekend and plan to be out and about most of the time.

After the Hubs met one of his heroes last week, I met one of mine today:

Wolf Biermann is one of Germany's most famous and most politically active singer-songwriters. When East Germany stripped him of his citizenship and refused to let him return home after a concert abroad (in 1976), hushed criticism within the GDR turned into open and radical activism against the regime. I very much admire him, and it was a great honor (and a lot of fun!!) to meet and then introduce him to an audience here in Boston.

I'll leave you with an autumnal picture.