Last year, I packed yarn and needles to swatch for Shirley Shrugs when I went to Rhinebeck. I didn't actually do any swatching then, but it was all really starting to come together in my mind. It wasn't long before I had made a chart in Excel and commenced the knitting. Blahblahblah wouldn't be finished for Christmas blahblahblah scrambled for a different gift blahblahblah finished the seaming at Ann's a year later. Short-rowed Shirley Shrugs received the nod of approval from Ann, Cara, Katy, Peggy and Ricki -- and I think Cara dug around in my luggage and showed it to Margene, too. ; ) Nearly every single one with an opinion to share thought that I should have one for myself. I'll get details posted in the sidebar -- I'm a little behind with some of the details over there!
And lookie there, it's a moebius! That thing was beginning to make me feel stupid. I'm happy to have stuck with it, conquered it, and have a product, finished as intended -- a beautiful cowl to wrap about my neck and shoulders, with a singular twist. I don't think the colors are quite so luminous in person -- but close. It's gorgeous. I'd almost like to make another, even bigger.
Mack and my sister came for a visit on Friday night and stayed until early yesterday afternoon. We picked out the design for his Christmas stocking -- a Grace Ennis design. Mack's full name is 10 letters long and the directive is that I must use the full name. I will not be charting and knitting it, as I'd end up with a stocking for the Jolly Green Giant -- I'll use some of my embellishing skills to add it later. Even with quite a bit of time spent away -- shopping, playing, watching football -- I managed to make some progress on putting together all my packages for the mail and hope to make the big trip to the P.O. on Wednesday, I made a big pot of Chili All Day, and managed to get a new post out of Abbey, too! I didn't really kick her in the pants, just nudged her softly with my elbow. ; )
Maddy's party went off without a hitch. Her crowd is just a little bit different than Ali's, and a whole lot louder. The party was to be over at midnight, and OMG, there was one kid doing a Chris Farley imitation at the end -- not a favorite even on a good day -- plucking my very last nerve with every word -- the nerve that had already been quivering for hours and was only a few plucks shy of snapping -- and at 12:03,
it snapped I actually had to yell say ENOUGH in a loud voice. It worked.
I also worked on a baby sweater I've got going, wound up my Morehouse Laceweight and think I found a pattern (in the book that I won last month!), and wound the Brooks Farm Acero and started on the smoke ring. Scarf and sock talk tomorrow.