I am not ordinarily the sort of person who does something just because everybody else is doing it. This might be an exception.
Absoflippinlutely amazing. I even like the blue one in the top picture. (I’ll wait until you pick your jaws up off the floor.) Her other designs aren’t bad, either. I suspect that I will be sending money overseas to buy several of them in the very near future.
In other knitting news, I frogged my first attempt at a Moebius. I love the color, but the 5.5mm (U.S. 9) needles were just that much too small, so the fabric was too dense. All the subtle color shifts got buried in the shadows of cramped stitches. The yarn is sitting in timeout until I have bigger needles. Which Shabby Sheep does not have, while Holley’s Yarn Shoppe does not carry Addi Lace. At all. (They have HiyaHiya, which I adore in the minuscule sizes, but the larger ones are as blunt-nosed as a dolphin but nowhere near as cute, so no.)
I fear that I might have to go to the snooty yarn shop in Plano. But I might just wait until next payday and order the next sizes up in tips for my KnitPicks interchangeable needles (as well as a raft of City Tweed in Lemon Curd). Yeah, I know: breaks my heart.
In yet more knitting news, one of my attorneys gave me, and his secretary, and his paralegal, gift cards in lieu of taking us out to lunch for Administrative Assistants Day. Which is how I found out that Holley’s does not carry Addi’s. Instead, I came home with a hank of Manos Lace in a colorway that enchanted me, only to be reminded when I entered it into my stash on Ravelry that I already had .28 hank remaining from one of the incarnations of Annis. Different dye lot. Noticeably different dye lot. But crafty wench that I am, I know work-arounds.
We have our grill/BBQ. It is currently residing in the truck but will come out and play, one or two pieces at a time, after Beloved gets home from chemo. His meeting with the oncologist was uncharacteristically pleasant: the cancer numbers are down significantly since they put him on this fourth drug.
Not a bad way to get this weekend started. There is a ward picnic tonight, and a stake Relief Society activity tomorrow. And we discovered that the Shelf Reliance storage system will fit perfectly into the space now occupied by the glorified crate which supports the microwave.We intend to put casters under it and roll it into that space, then move the new shelving unit over, leaving room for another new shelving unit, which will then house the microwave and everything that has been living inside that crate. The crate, and another, will go out to the garage.
More goals for the weekend include bagging the mattress and getting it out to the garage, then putting the dining room stuff into the middle bedroom and the last of the kitchen stuff into the new storage unit.
We like to make Heaven laugh. That’s why we have plans!
- Four years into widowhood, after one year of incredible happiness and nearly 14 years of single blessedness. Have given up perfect manicures and pretty hands in order to resume playing the soprano recorder and to see if I can figure out how to play bluegrass banjo. Singing in the shower. Still really, *really* love to knit!