In June, when the knitting is stalled. I have been crazy busy. There's been plenty of opportunity for me to get out of the garden, mind you. For example, I wanted to go to two different spin-ins last Saturday. Imagine that! Two in one day! I tell you, the wheel is on the rise. Tomorrow, we get a network special.
Two spin-ins to choose from, but The Mister and I were serving dinner for 12 strangers that night as part of a benefit for the local YWCA. Somehow, even though I had all the napkins pressed, the table set, and the garden weeded (first course was Bollinger and canapes among the roses), my conscience just wouldn't let me leave my husband, who really did do most of the cooking, alone with the prep. So I polished the forks and ran errands for him as he realized we didn't have enough onions. Or milk. And picked up the king salmon at 4 when the fish guy said it would be ready. So you can see how a spin-in might have to take a back seat to a thing like that.
It seems there are a lot of days like that these days. I pride myself on being able to slip in a row here and there, to make progress over the course of a week on even such a thing as a honking huge angora blend sweater, but lately, not so much.
and spinning a little (Foxfire batt, more on this later)
and gardening, but I already told you about that.
Oh yeah, and this. A little renovating.
This is something I'll have more to say about soon, but for now, you can see that we are in need of a lot of decisions. Cabinets, for example. Colour, for another. And a floor? Oh yeah, you gotta have a floor. But see that air conditioner back in the corner? You want to know how many hours we spent discussing the strategic positioning of that air conditioner, only to change our minds? The hole can be patched, but the trauma will live on.
Now go send Kellee your best wishes for a prompt and safe labour. Her due date was a few days ago, and I want to meet that baby!