The one where the Drop Stitch Shawl

finally is completely finished, fringed, washed, blocked, photographed, it’s done.  Here’s how it turned out.  The light aqua didn’t photo well, but you get the idea.

A person is only as good as what they love.  Saul Bellow



The one where I’m reminded

for about the billionth (give or take a few million) time that most of the time, more is not better.  As in:  see how busy I am?  See how efficiently I keep everything going smoothly (uh-huh, right) and just how well I manage to be all things to all people?  See?  All this is leading up to my feelings of frustration of not getting everything on my to do list accomplished last weekend.  Never mind that I started said list about three months ago and for every cross off, another three things are added.  All I can say about this impossible list is that everything on it seemed like such a good idea at the time.

As for knitting projects, all is finished on the Drop Stitch Shawl, except for blocking, which is (0f course) at or near the top of The List.  Mirrorsocks are presently in time out.  I’m stuck somehow on the gusset, it’s obvious that I’m screwing it up somehow but heck if I know how.  It’s just wonky looking and I’m torn between forging ahead with the pattern, no matter what or frogging and giving it another go.  Maybe I’ll flip a coin.

Here’s a new pic of the Papoose, we had a wonderful visit over the weekend, just can’t get enough Susannah love!  She’s so proud of those new teeth!


Others have been here before me, and I walk in their footsteps.  The books I have read were composed by generations of fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, teachers and disciples.  I am the sum total of their experiences, their quests.  And so are you.  Elie Wiesel



The one where I brag

about my Drop Stitch Shawl, I have one row and the bindoff and it will be finished.  I’m going to add fringe and am toying with the idea of putting beads on the fringe.  Maybe some that look like crystals, or some silvery stuff.  Right now, I’m just basking in the euphoria that comes along with a FO.

Mirrorsocks are coming along.  I love the grays.  I do have to tattle on myself; several repeats of the pattern, patting myself on the back, then I decide to turn the page and see what’s coming up patternwise.  That’s right, There’s a whole row that I didn’t know about.  Not a big deal, the pattern is fine without being added onto, but now I know why reading the complete pattern is recommended BEFORE starting the actual knitting.  Silly me.

The older I grow the more I distrust the familiar doctrine that age brings wisdom.  H. L. Mencken



The one where I’m trying really hard

to be patient, waiting for the yarn I ordered (the Manos del Uruguay) to finish the Drop Stitch Shawl to arrive.  I’m trying to ‘will’ it onto on my front porch so it will be waiting for me after work.  It just might work.  I’ve also learned something about the mail, tracking your package a million times during the day does not make it arrive any faster.  In my head, each time I check, it gets a little nudge closer.  If I was in charge…….

OK, I’m home and it’s not.  Tomorrow is another day.

Here’s Josie resting from her hard day of holding down the couch.

Tough life, huh?

Life is like playing a violin in public and learning the instrumentas one goes on.  Samuel Butler (1612-1680)