Betty left for her orientation at Temple on Monday afternoon (Veronica has hers on the 13th . . it's a long story). I wanted to take the train with the girls so that we could acclimate ourselves to the location of the stop. What is it that they say about the best laid plans? Don't they usually come back and bite you in the ass? We hit construction and some rather bizarre directions from Mapquest, but still I persevered in the hopes of catching the 1:53 train in Lansdale. We arrived at 1:59. Luckily, Lola was at home to help with some directions because a 15-year-old map doesn't alway cut it. Granted, we took the most roundabout way of getting there, but we did eventually arrive on time (truth be told, we were a little ahead of schedule). So far, so good . . . but I wound up deciding to buy a GPS unit after the debacle.
GPS? Odd little bit of technology. Veronica and I decided to let it guide us home. Our first quirk was the street Margate Hill. Huh? There is no street by that name, but Serena, our lovely guide, instructed us to turn into a nursery and proceed up that hill. Ummm, no. I have a feeling that it will take some getting used to. The thing that really bothered me was the lack of a case. This thing is so thin that I can use it when I am "exploring" other cities (and not calling Lola for directions), but throwing it into my purse without a case might prove the screen's downfall. I could buy one that is hideous and expensive . . . OR . . . I could knit one for it. So, I knit one, and I think it turned out pretty nice.
This is the summer for forgotten knits and the Melon Shawl is taking center stage. I adore the yarn (what's not to love with Habu Cashmere), and the pattern is so damn easy to memorize. I'm about half way through and should finish that part of it over the holiday weekend. The edging takes some time but nothing major. The shop is having a book read for Summer on Blossom Street as well as a knit-along of the cable sampler scarf. I decided to use stash yarn (Louet Gems Fingering that was intended for knee socks . . . go ahead, have a laugh), and it is amazing. The stitch definition can't be beat, and the cables really pop. No clue what will happen to this scarf once I am done, but all in all a very fun knit (and a fun little book).
We had horrible storms go through the area last Friday, and the clouds were something out of a sci-fi movie. I couldn't resist taking some photos . . . even as the little voice in my head was saying, "Umm, don't you remember all those stories about people being struck by lightning doing something dumb like this." Totally worth it!