There was not a whole lotta knittin’ going on for most of this weekend. There was, instead, cookouts and pool parties, and band concerts. I’m not complaining, after all, I did start a new pair of socks. Here’s Dale and Hannah, floating in Barry’s pool, and holding the sock.
Right before I handed the sock to Dale so I could take the picture I said to him, “now, you can not drop the yarn in the pool.” Can you guess what happened next? Yup, I proceeded to drop the yarn in the pool. Luckly it’s a cotton/something blend (I can’t tell you what because the label disintegrated in all that chlorine)and it survived it’s dunk just fine. I must admit there’s wasn’t much knitting done after this. It was only because the yarn was wet. It had nothing at all to do with the margaritas and beer I drank. Really. It didn’t.
Yesterday Dale had 3 jobs with the band – a parade in Plymouth in the morning, the VA Hospital in the afternoon, and a really cool outdoor concert in Sandwich at night. I stayed home for the first two and worked on the Leaf Lace Shawl. I think I’m up to 12 repeats. Sigh. It’s coming along – it’s just slow. And I still don’t dare invoke the wrath of the knitting gods and admit that I might just have the hang of the pattern. I did bring the sock with me to Sandwich and managed to knock off a few rounds before the margaritas took over. Again. This weekend partying is killing my knitting.
Hannah has gone to Cape Cod with her grandparents for a week or so. There will be knitting but it might be slower than normal since there will be more “dates” with Dale. Life is such a trade off, isn’t it? Just saying.