Had a fabulous weekend as I knew I would. The Knitting Guild Knit In at The Bishop O’Connor center was wonderful. I parked my tookus in a quiet little nook overlooking a serene little courtyard and knitted the day away.
And shopped. My favorite purchase? A pin that says “If knitting was exercise, you could bounce a quarter off my a**! “. And I won a fabulous door prize; a skein of (60% merino, 20% alpaca, 20% silk) bulky single ply that feels like snuggling a cloud. And get this…the color…Iced Violet!!!! It’s like the Knit Gods were watching!
I sat next to a lady in the demonstration room who had a knitting machine that was built in 1820-something. I was armed with only my trusty double points. I finished a sock leg on a toe up and one on a top down between 10-4 yesterday (as well as a little bit on the entrelac scarf) and she went home with nothing. Things got tangled and skipped and missed and sworn at over there. I was amused. She would tell visitors, “This is a sock knitting machine from 1820.” Then people would come over to me and I’d point at myself and say, “This is a sock knitting machine from 1965.” Yeah. We’re thinking about taking our act on the road.
No lambies were born yesterday. I guess they’ve been keeping the farmer up nights instead. But when I got there yesterday there were 3 little chickies in the incubator in our room and when I left there were 7 so there was birthin’ of some sort going on. And these little guys were less than a week old as well. (Notice the 'ghost orbs' in the photo. Actually I'm sure it's dust since I was in a BARN! I watch WAY too much Ghost Hunters on SciFy!)