One quick post before I pick up Mom from the airport. Moved bookmarks: check; deleted all emails pertaining to the blog and the wedding: check; cleaned the house more than normal: check . . . wouldn't it just be easier if she knew? Probably not.
Remember when I said that I would be cleaning the attic in order to block the Plane Project? Umm, I forgot that I was taking the girls to visit the University of Delaware (never made it there, long story, think equal parts construction, traffic back ups for miles, and 85 degree weather) so instead I decided to block it in Betty's room since she has a large stretch of uninterrupted carpet. Unfortunately, I forgot that hers is the only bedroom with one window making the air flow limited at best. The first part went fine, but when I got up to move and nearly passed out on the box of blocking pins, I realized that this might have been a very bad idea indeed. The shawl is blocked but the photo shoot will have to wait for another break in the humidity.
I cast on for the February Lady Sweater, which is currently running rampant in knit world as are fingerless mitts. My thinking? Anything to replace cowls . . . anything. To cast on, I had to unravel a sloppy attempt at a DIY Fair Isle sweater. If you've never unraveled a big project before, find one to do immediately as it was surprisingly fun. So far, I'm about 18 rows away from the Gull Lace pattern and I'm pretty much loving it. The yarn was some clearance stuff from A. C. Moore that I bought about two years ago (that's only half of it above). I called Lola at Mom and Dad's about it and she clearly stated, "You have a problem. You don't have a project . . . you have a problem." Well, sister dear, I finally have a project - three, in fact. Me thinks I'll whip up not one, but two pair of fingerless mitts from the left-over yarn of which there will be plenty. It was clearanced after all.
It's a pretty established fact in our house that I have a black thumb, which is why I take such joy in my hydrangeas because I do nothing to earn their blooms . . . nothing. This year, both bushes have bloomed (very rare) and they have not disappointed in the size and color of the clusters. However, when you walk outside to take the garbage out and you find a spider the size of a half dollar, you are a little leery about gardening any time soon. Me? I love spiders because they eat the pesky bugs, but when you can see the actual jaws opening and closing and you watch it go after a moth, you kind of feel bad for the moth.
Have a great week! You'll be hearing from Lola for the rest of the week. I know she won't let you down - her posts are much funnier any way. Maybe she'll thrill you with Gus and his latest: you're making me mad. Kiddo, you've seen nothing yet.
Ava
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