It seems a long time since we have had a Plain Vanilla Day-day around here, but now one looms. No extra people (dear as they are), no income tax, no piercing cold, no snow to fear. Just Monday. Very welcome.
And a Monday that begins with good news – Joan Schrouder emailed me to say she is going to be teaching on this cruise and will have a day free in
in June. (Trouble is, I have archived her note before noting the date – and now
I can’t figure out how to retrieve archived items in googlemail.) This may be
the same cruise and the same free day on which I failed to meet Myrna Stahman
last year. Edinburgh
Joan and I met when I did a three-day shawl course with her at Camp Stitches on the shores of Lake George in what must have been 2000 – a day each on Shetland shawls, Faroese, and
It would be wonderful to see her again. Her husband will be along – they have
never been to Orenburg Europe before.
(Ahah! I haven’t found the archives, but Joan’s note and my reply are there in Sent Mail.)
Skeindalous, I don’t think the Sky Scarf needs any transition to the colours of Friday morning. I was able to use scraps that I had dyed myself of Strathardle lichens during my Lichen Phase, and I used three yarns in that day’s bump, as I have done before. A sky-colour back and forth, teamed with russet in one direction and red in the other.
The three bumps since, here in
, have been dullsville itself.
(Fancy! The spell check accepts that word!) Are morning skies better in the
I get a new percentage point tomorrow.
I finished the ribbing of the first sock, as hoped, and am steaming down the leg. I showed it to my husband, who was taken aback. “A bit outré.” (The system put the accent on for me.) He cheered himself with the thought that the socks will be almost entirely concealed by trouser and shoe, and I am going ahead. It will be interesting to see how often they get chosen from the drawer.
I have pretty well decided to press on and finish. The package from Jimmy Bean with the yarn for the sleeveless vest should arrive this week, heralded no doubt by a card from H.M. Customs & Excise about how much I have to pay. But it can wait for a fortnight.
That will leave Van Gogh and Hundertwasser and a bonny skein that Kristie gave me before I am back to where I was last summer, sock-yarn-wise.
I am a bit disconcerted by the
primary result. Me and a lot
of other people. I don’t think President Romney would be an entirely bad idea –
how long since we’ve had a businessman? Truman? But President Gingrich would be
truly terrifying. South Carolina