I finally cast on for my official Ravellenic Games project (The Three Lace Cardigan from the Juniper Moon Farm Findley book) last night.
You know, I'd been composing this blog post in my head (as you do) and I've totally forgotten was I was planning to write. I do remember that it was going to be very clever (of course) and not really knitting related.
It was also full of excuses about why I haven't blogged since Saturday.
With that as the lame segue....on Sunday I drove two hours down to civilization to attend the bridal shower for my cousin's fiancee. It was fun and very nice to see the family (which reminds me that I have letters to write. You know, letters. On actual paper?).
Now when we moved from CT to NH we disposed of our second car. Hubby had a walking commute since we were living at a boarding school and I had zero commute since I was working from home.
With our move from NH to NY I've said we should give it a year before we run out and buy a new car. (That's a key point. Along with the fact that I'm the one who chose the house on the edge of nowhere.) Having grown accustomed to the reduced expense from having just one car I said we should give it a year to see how many times it's an issue.
Well, Sunday was an issue since hubby had to work and my event was at a time that prevented me from dropping him off.
Happily, my in-laws lent us their car.
So I didn't blog on Sunday because I was roaming the country side. Didn't knit much either, for that matter.
We were supposed to return the car Monday morning before hubby went to work, but then he suddenly freaked out because it was the end of the month and he had to do inventory. He changed direction on me and declared he couldn't return the car until Tuesday.
Of course that wasn't working for his parents.
In the end, I slammed a few drawers, stopped around a bit, then packed up my work stuff, and drove the car back alone.
I told hubby I had my toothbrush so if he didn't get home until midnight he should just leave me there and get me in the morning.
Fortunately he got off work early enough to retrieve me.
It worked out well because I got my necessary work done AND had lamb and mashed potatoes for dinner!
We were able to hang out and watch a movie after dinner because I ensured I got my work done in a timely fashion.
That allowed me to finally start my sweater.
Phew! Two inches of garter stitch in lace weight yarn sure takes a long time to knit.