That’s pretty much the story of my life these days. Today is the first day in over a week that hasn’t been overcast, and of course I have nothing to photograph.
So, lets just look at this post as an exercise in imagination, shall we?
I finished my February Lady Sweater, and tossed it in the washer, since the tag said that the Brooks Farm Mac-Acero was superwash. Except for how it wasn’t. It didn’t felt up hard like a pair of slippers, but it’s definitely a bit smaller than I intended. I sniffled over it for a few minutes, but I didn’t actually rage about it. Lucky for everyone concerned, it fits my mother reasonably well.
I also finished the Firestarters with about twelve yards of yarn left over. They’re lovely, although I’ve made some modification notes in case I decide to do them again. I either need to a) pay attention to row gauge or b) stop increasing on the gussets a few rounds earlier. But oh goodness, are they ever lovely!
Still working away on Ancient Woodlands, doing seemingly endless rows of seed stitch for the border. It just keeps getting prettier and prettier. Soon I’ll be ready to unzip the provisional cast-on and do the whole thing again. I’d better get a move on, because the second shipment is supposed to be coming at the end of the month.
What else, what else?
Things at work have been a bit on the crazy side, what with campus services periodically winking out of existence. Something about new load balancers on the servers not necessarily balancing so much as overloading. I’m seriously considering sending chocolate and or beer over to the wizards in the IS department, they must be just about ready to mutiny.
And, just to put the lie to the title of this post, here’s the one good shot I seem to have on my camera.
My beloved Peace Rose after a night of rain.
Next time, knitting pictures, I promise!