Finished project #1:
Ghastly yellow tank top sample for the shop. The yarn is Online Tequila in yellow. It's a stranded cotton that's bound with a multicolored thread that makes it look pretty much like clown vomit. It's ok, I can say I hate the yarn because Kay (the shop owner) does too. That's why it's done in a size extra-teeny-tiny-I-couldn't-fit-a-leg-in-there. Neither of us want to wear it when the yarn is sold out!
Finished project #2:
Beaded Not-A-Drop shawl. I had completed one of these for my mother in law as a thank you gift for her coming to take care of me the week after surgery. She isn't wearing it of course. Instead she made it into some kind of quasi-shrine in her office by draping it over a statue that her other son bought for her. I love her dearly, but sometimes, she's just odd. I'm trying not to be hurt by her not dying to wear it, though.
As to the reason I haven't mentioned my momentous day yet...
I had to completely frog a shawl I had been knitting after getting half way through the yarn and deciding there just wouldn't be enough. I knew when I started it that there wouldn't be enough, but I didn't listen to myself. I distinctly remember picking the skein of yarn and thinking, "Hmm... this is 50 yards less yardage, but it will still be enough!" This was a completely silly thought, because I used all but 5 yards of the skein for the first sample. It's an OK thing though, because it has in turn lead me to write a sister pattern to the shawl pattern that is a thinner scarf, has more beading and smaller panels of alternating pattern.
|Second sample shawl, before the frog|
|First sample shawl.|
When I got in the car to take my swap packages to the post office and then head to Chamblee to pick up John, the car wouldn't start. This in itself, beyond the annoyance and cost, isn't really that big a deal. When I was on the phone with the wrecker, though, a mammoth turtle decided to cross my driveway. It was at least 2 feet long! I managed to pick up my chin and get my wits back quickly enough to nab a picture of it just before it disappeaered. I can't even imagine how old a turtle that size must be, surely older than my mother! I feel very special that it chose to visit us, and rather much like I nabbed a picture of Bigfoot. I do hope that I have another opportunity to see it again before it moves on.