Spring break has come and gone ... how can it be almost May?
Took the girls to my parent's in Louisville KY over our two week break. First day in the 80's, then it snowed. Made the sameness I've complained about in So Cal look pretty darned good by the end of nine days. But I did get to wear my knitting one last time this season!
I'd only tucked it into my bag to show my mom, but found myself thankful for its warmth when it dipped below freezing.
That Kidsilk Haze is so lightweight while still being warm. Comfortable against the neck too. Can't recommend it enough.
This yarn also has amazing regenerative properties. I pulled a hole in it the first night I wore it out - I mean a hole - hanging thread end and all. My mom and I looked at it (witness!), moaned a little, then I promised to darn it in the morning. We were never able to find it again. It self-healed overnight. True, you can't frog it, but you can't rip it either!
We had a great trip, but I came home and had my washing machine break on the first load. That was April 10th and I'm now waiting on a part. Let's not speak of it. Tomorrow I will get good knitting time at the laundromat. A neighbor was kind enough to run a critical load last weekend, but at this point I need the full shebang and I don't want to spend my day abusing her kindness. Guess I better do it tomorrow because my car goes in the shop on Thursday. When it rains...
Will write more about the yarn/fabric elements of my trip next post. I need to gather my links.
Since my return I've been gardening. It really won't be like this forever, but right now outside is where I want to be. Soon it will be blazing hot and I'll retreat to the shade with my iced tea and knitting. More long views soon, but for right now you can see my roses blooming in The Wench Gardens. I'm using that album as storage for the images I post on the rose forum, so that's why there are so many. Turns out rose people are just as nuts as some other people and want to know what every
yarn fabric rose look like! Funny huh?
My obsession with photographing roses got pretty bad today - every time I went out the door they'd open more or changed colors. It's damned near magical. This is a new rose by David Austin called Lady Emma Hamilton. If only I could add scratch and sniff to this page. Oh my!
In the morning...