It is DONE!!!! After whining about it earlier, I decided it must be finished tonight. It is currently blocking on my bed. I am apparently relegated to the couch tonight. Small price to pay for something this beautiful if you ask me:
I cannot wait to wear it tomorrow, pictures to come. Luckily it is cool out now. Maybe it will be easier to see as well, this makes it a little tough with the light on light color.
No pictures, at least not yet. All I have to say is that I will never ever ever finish! And my goal is to get it done before labor day weekend. I am about halfway through the last clue, and knitting it in every spare moment including at work where I usually work on my commissions. Commissions are currently set aside to get this sucker done. What is it with all the increases on the wing? Just when you think you are close to the end you knit for ages and don’t seem to accomplish anything. *sigh* So, I do feel like it won’t end and I am getting frustrated with it. Furthermore, the weather is lovely and cool here and I wish I was wearing it right now! At this point it feels like it will become my funeral shroud because it will take at least that long to get it done!
ETA: After knitting all through my lunch break and getting nowhere, I just might “accidentally” end up with a knitting needle in the eye!
Perhaps her face just tells us how she felt about the ocean! Every wave that came in she just giggled and giggled. Very cute! There is a dock quite a ways out that I love to swim out to and back a couple times for good exercise while I am there. I went out one time and my daughter flipped over me being out there. She just screamed and cried and would not be distracted until I came back. So I only got one swim out and back but it was a lovely time anyhow.
Weaver Aunt has a lovely sailboat. One of my “musts” when I go to visit is to go sailing. The problem is that I seem to bring rain and still weather. The second full day of vacation in New England we were able to get out on the boat. It was Weaver Aunt, PopPop, and myself. It was a warm, relatively still day, but we were able to catch enough wind to have a decent sail. We got quite a ways out before I got too tired to stay awake. I decided to nap in the boat and by the time I woke up (maybe 15 minutes later) we were at a standstill. Somehow the wind had completely dropped off. We decided to head further away from shore and then do some swimming off the side of the boat. I enjoy swimming in the ocean SOOOO much! I stayed in long after Weaver Aunt had cooled off and climbed back into the boat. Once I was done we were able to pick up some decent wind to sail back home. We saw quite a few schools of fish jumping and the associated birds swooping in to feed on them. I always find that somewhat interesting. We got to see a fishing boat head out to one of the fish farms, haven’t seen that before either. But by far, just being out on a sail boat where it is so quiet is my favorite part of sailing. As we came back in we decided not to use the motor but to tack all the way back, something which Weaver Aunt is always happy to practice and we were happy to oblige her. (I won’t even mention PopPop’s not so graceful entry into the dinghy on the way there 😉 For a former sailor, it was not pretty!)
Well I need to start blogging about my trip bit by bit so that I don’t forget it all completely. I’ll start with the airline issues, of which there are many as usual.
Trip out went relatively well. No huge issues or delays. Daughter was great, she worked hard to be a little angel. She got scared and cried on the first plane because she had forgotten how loud it gets at first but quickly assimilated herself and did fine the rest of the trip. I turned on my cell as we got to the Philly airport and saw a voicemail from my mom saying that my dad was badly stuck in traffic and couldn’t get to us as soon as he had anticipated. So we took our time and got our luggage and went out to sit and wait. Daughter was getting antsy but still really working hard at being good. At one point I noticed the poor kid twirling her hair and knocking her head back and forth in the car seat. I knew she had just about had it but she managed even so.
Trip back was a bit more interesting. We had originally been booked for a flight with a layover in Minneapolis. Northwest changed that so we ended up with a layover in Detroit and one in Minneapolis. To top that off, they had allowed half an hour for the layover in Detroit and 45 minutes for the layover in Minneapolis. Considering that I have a 3 yr old, a stroller, carryon bags, and a carseat, I find that these types of quick layovers are never good. A potty training child needs some time to use the bathroom, and often just getting the stroller out of valet check takes a long time. Also, flying out of Philly, one is ALWAYS late to begin with.
I got up that morning at 2:30AM since we had to be in the car headed to the Philly airport at 3:30 AM. Anyone who has ever flown out of Philly on a 6:15 AM flight in the summer knows why! It gets crazy busy down there even early in the morning. We were slightly delayed out of Philly but within normal bounds rather than anything drastic. My daughter and I were sitting far back on the plane and by the time we got off the plane in Detroit, the plane to Minneapolis would have been boarding for the last 15 minutes or so. And we had quite a distance to go. So I did what I always do, set up the stroller, put the carseat on top of the stroller, put my daughter in the car seat, put my luggage on the bottom of the stroller, and ran! I took that stroller over the moving walkways running on them and only slowing down enough to get the stroller off the walkway. Well, getting off one of the walkways, the poor stroller, which I have been using as a packhorse since my daughter was born, gave out. Down crashes my daughter on her face with the car seat on top of her, and part of the stroller flew in another direction and the force of the quick stop made my luggage fly off as well. So I pick everything up, carry my daughter and keep running. I had to tell her to hold tight to mommy as I raced to catch the plane. We made it! (Only because there were mechanical issues and the plane was stopped.)
We did manage to catch the Minneapolis flight and all was well from then on, besides losing my car in the parking lot and wandering around with jeans on in 105 degree heat. It could have been worse, we could have gotten stuck somewhere.
A hank, as it generally looks when bought:
Unwound, this is what would go on the yarn swift:
This is what it would look like after using the swift with the ball winder:
I received an email from my professor today. (No, not the one I am seeing, the one who is teaching my class!) He was basically trying to get the point across that the first class was crucial, and that if we missed the first class then we should drop the class entirely and retake it some other time. That what we learned in the first class is the basis for all quizzes and tests for the rest of the semester. What I want to know is, is this so often a problem that a professor has to remind his students to come to class the first day?!?!? Because I just cannot imagine missing the first class with no indication of what the professor is like and how he views absences, and no one you know to pick up notes for you. Very strange. Makes me feel old somehow.