The one where she talks about

the book she just started, Their Eyes Were Watching God, by Zora Neale Hurston.  Just a few pages in, so the jury’s still out but I think it’s going to be a keeper.  I do that with books, there are several, both real paper and ink and audiobooks, that I read over and over, savoring.  The Stand is one, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn is another.  Never get enough of those two.

I (finally) truly got going on the Brittany Jumper.  It only took me a weekend. My problem was the eyelet pattern around the hem.  If you get off even one stitch, then all the eyelets after get all whopperjawed.  Since it’s 208 stitches around, well, entire days can be swallowed up in casting on, knitting, swearing, frogging, casting on, knitting, swearing, frogging.  You get my drift.  Here’s what little I have so far.

A little closer

 Here’s the angel I’m knitting it for –

To travel hopefully is a better thing than to arrive.