Crochet Ice Cream Cozy

I married into a family of former Ice Cream shop owners. It was before my time when my Husbands grandparents came over from Italy and opened up "Dimeos Ice Cream Co."

It was closed in the 70's as I was just a tot. We have lots of memorabilia that I try to hang on to . From tiny ice cream spoons to vintage milkshake machines.. I will admit however, that im not a big ice cream eater. Its not that I do not like ice cream, I just despise the cold frost on my teeth and the chill I get when holding on to the container.

Well, I had this bright idea to fix one of those problems so I headed over to Pinterest online to see if someone has already thought up the idea. The idea of an ice cream cozy. Sure enough, they were a few smart thinkers like myself. ha.

You curl up in your chair, turn on a movie, grab your blanket and container of ice cream. No more having to grab a napkin or towel to cover the container to keep your hands warm and dry as you indulge in some delicious cold yum yum .

I found a free pattern here which was fairly easy and looks great on the cup but I just didn't like the way it looked around the bottom and it required more stitches that I had in mind.
I wanted to come up with a more simple shape and form. And I did.

Here is a look at my own version of the ice cream cozy.

It didn't take me long to come up with my own pattern for this cute fuzzy sleeve to hold while scooping out the nuts and cherries from the ice cream.

This will be another item I will be selling im my Etsy shop as I try to make some Christmas money.
So, head on over and purchase one of these as I will be adding more as the weeks go by.

Facts about me and ice cream:
I don't like it plain. I want it to have something in it.
My favorite is butter pecan, rocky road or chocolate mint.
I chew ice cream ( I guess that's why it hurts my teeth).
I hate to hear people talk while they eat ice cream.
I  prefer a sugar cone over a cake cone.
Id rather have a little scoop in a big sugar cone.
and the very last bite of the cone is the best.

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Retirement Party

My brother has now retired from the city police department. He gave 30 years of time and service to protect and serve.

The family got together for dinner at one of our favorite BBQ restaurants to celebrate this bitter sweet time in his life.

Hes was one if the good guys. A gentle giant standing over 6 feet tall and over 200 lbs. If a criminal was put in the back of his police car, you can bet he was probably witnessed to rather than lectured. My brother had a soft heart yet strong hands and no one could get past him. He was pretty intimidating I would say.

He enjoyed working in the schools often and all the children loved him. I've seen him sit down to lunch with kids in the lunchroom and help them cross the roads before and after school. He was a hero to many. He didn't talk much about his adventures on the streets as he kept everything confidential. I was able to ride with him a couple times on a shift which I thought was exciting yet scary at times.

I can remember the first time he announced he made it on the police force. It was sorta hard to absorb at the time as I was only 16 and bit of a lead foot". "Does this mean I have to be careful?" "Will he be following me around?" "Oh no, he will have a gun". "People will be shooting at him". "He will be speeding!" Many things crossed my mind as I took it all in. Excitement, worry, and even envy as I was only a fast food worker.

It all turned out for the good as I was able to get out of a few tickets, he was the first on the scene when I'd have an accident (no counting), and I knew just who to call when something was going on around my neighborhood.

With the way the world is now, I'm glad he has gotten out. Times are getting hard for authorities now days and its only going to get worst.

He will continue volunteering a few hours a month to keep his credits but no more stopping in for Holiday dinners while adjusting the vest and belt to comfort as he gulped down a meal and no more rushing away from a conversation to get to a call.

I am proud of him and wish him the best as he ventures out the rest of his life.