Phew! It’s been a long week. Of course, it has something to do with the fact that I get wrapped up in the Olympics and can’t go to bed in a timely fashion… Isn’t it great to see so many successful, happy athletes?
Of course, the problem with REALLY being into the Games means I find myself sitting there with my knitting beside me, and not much gets accomplished that way. Add in Sissy’s EVER-growing exercise needs and Mugsy’s current state, and it’s just not a lace climate in my house. So, as much as I’m digging the Voyager, it’s been set aside, and in the rare moment I think I might try lace, I’m working on Very Blue Jay. (A photo tomorrow, perhaps?)
But last night, I got caught up in Secret of the Stole iii fever, and I swatched. Okay, so I only did about a dozen rows and strung all of 5 beads, but I also made dinner, played with Sissy, worked with Sissy on her “homework”, took Mugsy out a dozen times…
That’s the first photo I TRIED to take of my kinda’ blocked, kinda’ swatch. Yes, I had a helper.
She’s a mama’s girl. (And no, she’s not really chewing on the needle. It’s just under her slimy jaw.) She is my shadow, and didn’t seem to care that I didn’t want her help. (Note to self: when really blocking lace, shut the door before Sissy can come in the blocking/guest room.) But she’s just precious, right? (And hence, the problem. Cute trumps manners.)
That’s all the close-up you get. I had to give up and “block” on the ironing board (pins don’t go thru metal), and then the camera batteries died, but there you go. I love pearls, and I didn’t want to go to the trouble of knitting with beads for the first time and not be able to see them. I like the look! For any of my fellow sostiii knitters, that’s on #3s, but I’m a loose lace knitter.
I also started motif #1. I’ve decided to just march through the book in order, at least until that ceases to interest me. I’m using an Addi hook, and I’ll review it after a little more use, but I can tell you I won’t be throwing my Boyes under the bus.
My weekend is pretty relaxed, until Sunday afternoon. I just want to grab some wax so that when my wheel arrives I can wax on, wax off and spin, all in the same night. (Hmmm… What’s on the Olympic broadcast schedule for the middle of the night?) We need to re-measure Mugsy, because I have no faith in my measurements, and I can’t order the cart until I feel decent about them. Then on Sunday, I have a Pampered Chef fundraiser for a friend’s church missions fund, followed by dinner with the Knight’s duty crew and a meeting at the firehouse.
Otherwise, I’ll be knitting or dog wrangling. How ’bout you?