It seems that I barely have time for even short posts these days! Where does the time go? I read recently that as we age, we become increasingly aware that our days are indeed numbered, so we try to accomplish more, squeezing more and more into our days, thus making them seem to fly by. What do you think? Is that plausible? Do couch potatoes agonize over the passage of time too?
While working on an assignment for my Mastery Class with Jane Dunnewold, I threw a silk scarf in the dye pot. Truthfully, I did it three mornings in a row, each time rolling it around a pvc pipe, scrunching it down, and then plopping it into a bucket of dye.
I love the results, and even feel that I was able to control the outcome of the color, which isn't necessarily always the case!
Some dear friends of ours invited us over for a boat ride and dinner last night. I asked what we could bring and she said 'not a thing', but I hate to go empty-handed. So, we brought a bottle of wine and I wrapped it in the scarf. I know she was very surprised, and I think/hope she was quite pleased.
Remember the yarn that I dyed for the baby? Well, here's how the blanket is coming along:
The pattern is a challenge for me, as it has 27 rows in its total repeat. I love doing cables, but these guys are a bit different. Can you see how one side of the cable is purled and the other is knit? So, the pattern changes halfway through the 27 rows...just when I think I've got the hang of it, it changes. Needless to say, there is very little wine intake during the evening knitting....and the sad thing is, I can't even knit on it when I go to my knitting group, as the chitchat is too distracting (and we certainly wouldn't want to do away with the chitchat!).
So that's it for today. I need to get back to work!