The blahs have receeded

I finished Clapotis! So much excitement so little time. *Next sentence is not for the faint of heart* I took scissors to a stitch I forgot to drop. I was too lazy and too impatient to drop back to my mistake. But in the end everything turned out just fine.
 
I received my yarn for the Rebecca Eyelet Wrap, and for the Flowerbasket shawl. You would think that would be enough to satiate my bountiful yarn-lust. It wasn't. So me and my new friend Clapotis took a trip to my LYS (with a quick stop to Trader Joes where we got trampled to death by granolaesque suburbanites). I was only there to pick up the latest Interweave Knits and some Addis to complete my set.
Suddenly amoungst the yarn I saw it. A beautiful lace shawl knit from Helen's Lace (Of Lornas Lace fame) in Tahoe. The laceweight colorway of my dreams. Did I mention the pattern came free with the yarn? Could I ask for anything more? My upper arms are much stronger now from winding the lace weight into a ball. Amazing that so many yards of yarn could fit into such small shape. And for my Dear Husband, the yarn is a meager $4.16 per hundred yards! A bargain at twice the price I say!

I am a lace woman now. The Rogues, Klaralunds, Eyelet Wraps, and unseemly unseemed officially unfinished items languishing in my house be damned.



 You've been a trusted confidant to my husband these past two decades.  You didn't judge. Not in the days of Flock of Seagulls hair, the awkward growing out stages, nor during the sensitive long hair days.  For that we overlooked your asbestos wrapped interior, your suspicious heating element, and your propensity for grabbing single strands of hair and ripping them out one by one with your dilapidated motor.  How I'll miss your odorific burnt hair smell, your unsafe electrical components, and 1980's technology.  Rest In Peace one of the last vestiges of my Husbands bachelorhood.  Rest in peace.
You've been a trusted confidant to my husband these past two decades.  You didn't judge. Not in the days of Flock of Seagulls hair, the awkward growing out stages, nor during the sensitive long hair days.  For that we overlooked your asbestos wrapped interior, your suspicious heating element, and your propensity for grabbing single strands of hair and ripping them out one by one with your dilapidated motor.  How I'll miss your odorific burnt hair smell, your unsafe electrical components, and 1980's technology.  Rest In Peace one of the last vestiges of my Husbands bachelorhood.  Rest in peace.
    
     Did I mention the March birthday sweater is now a Summer-y Christmas sweater?  I keep
Did I mention the March birthday sweater is now a Summer-y Christmas sweater?  I keep  I should make a scarlet P for promiscuous knitting.  Only it would require the same damn needles I need for everything else.
I haven't posted the new
I should make a scarlet P for promiscuous knitting.  Only it would require the same damn needles I need for everything else.
I haven't posted the new  (Isn't the sock yarn from my Secret Pal gorgeous?!)
(Isn't the sock yarn from my Secret Pal gorgeous?!)
 My dog loves the smell of sheep in the morning.
My dog loves the smell of sheep in the morning.
 My Husband gets high marks for this years V-Day gift.
Serenity Now.
My Husband gets high marks for this years V-Day gift.
Serenity Now.
    
     As you can see, the food was quite tasty.
When we got to the convention center we browsed a bit before both buying Swifts, and a few small notions. We decided to drop our first purchases off at the car. That's when the real fun began.
As you can see, the food was quite tasty.
When we got to the convention center we browsed a bit before both buying Swifts, and a few small notions. We decided to drop our first purchases off at the car. That's when the real fun began.
 Admittedly not the most flattering picture of me giving the soda machine the one finger salute. But it served a purpose. Directly after the machine ate my $2.oo (!), a Convention Employee came by and brought by two Diet Cokes for me and Kirsten. Those were good times.
Kirsten insisted on taking a money shot.
Admittedly not the most flattering picture of me giving the soda machine the one finger salute. But it served a purpose. Directly after the machine ate my $2.oo (!), a Convention Employee came by and brought by two Diet Cokes for me and Kirsten. Those were good times.
Kirsten insisted on taking a money shot.
 We paid a smooth $5 USD to learn to spin at the Serendipity Spinners booth. I felt a lot of emotions while there, and I have to say "Serendipity" was not one of them. Here's Kirsten with her first spin on the drop spindle. Does she look begrudging?
We paid a smooth $5 USD to learn to spin at the Serendipity Spinners booth. I felt a lot of emotions while there, and I have to say "Serendipity" was not one of them. Here's Kirsten with her first spin on the drop spindle. Does she look begrudging?
 Here's a superfluous shot of Rogue Sleeves.  Still unfinished.
Here's a superfluous shot of Rogue Sleeves.  Still unfinished.
 I have a damn good reason for not being finished.  But you'll have to wait until the next installment to satiate your burning burning curiousity.
I have a damn good reason for not being finished.  But you'll have to wait until the next installment to satiate your burning burning curiousity.
    
    

 Humble Beginnings.
Humble Beginnings.
    
    




 Irish Hiking Scarf Knit Along
Irish Hiking Scarf Knit Along Rogue Knit-a-long
Rogue Knit-a-long Knitty Secret Pal 3
Knitty Secret Pal 3 
