Greeting from the Outer Banks of North Carolina!!! We are on our annual family vacation, a little late this year due to schedule issues. So late in fact, that school starts on Monday.
Before we left I managed to get my son over to his new school for a quick refresher tour and actually met the new principal who was so kind to print off Bryce’s schedule and walked it with us. We left for vacation more confident about middle school.
This has been a summer of mixed emotions for me. First was the loss of our beloved cat Chloe and I knit a beautiful lace scarf like a women possessed. And usually after a project I flounder a bit and waffle about what to start. Not this time. I had my next project all picked out and when I had a free amount of time, I dyed my Yankee Stride for the sweater in our Under the Sea color way. The pattern is Window to my Soul by Joji Locatelli. It is finally looking like a sweater.
I became immediately frustrated with the set-up row and then the chart. All end-user error by the way. I was hell-bent that I would get through it and I had mixed emotions about the whole thing, but I kept going by having faith in the amount of fabulous success there was on Ravelry. It was slow going but successful until I hit the proverbial wall. When I got to Row 8, the directions state, continue in established pattern…..!! What pattern?? I was only 8 rows in, I need more directions. Don’t leave me to my own devices…..H E L P!!! This is where blind faith comes into play and a fair amount of anxiety. I have my pattern repeats all tidy with stitch markers but I’ve come to a row where they need to come out…WHAT???? Oh snap, I went to bed that night and I had to talk myself down from the edge of insanity. The sweater sat for about a week, in a rather undeserved timeout. Of course it was end-user error and lets face it any knitting after 10:00 pm is just futile.
As you can see by the picture above that things are coming along nicely. Sitting today on our 3rd floor condo with cool ocean breezes provided todays knitting destination. It was pure heaven.
The boy is driving around in the gold cart he’s been bugging us about since we got here. Eleven must be a rough age because when he isn’t whining he’s pouting. I am ignoring both.
I’m off to knit a bit more before they want to do something else.
I hope that you all are having a wonderful week!!