I have hundreds of pictures to post today (actually, I have 101, but I was going to post just seven or eight of them) and blogger is giving me fits and not working right. Aaaarrrr! So, in lieu of the pictures, I'll open the week with:
Sleeping With Bread Mondays
The Stale Stuff: The weekend was surreal. I had strange dreams that stayed with me during the day, and I felt like I was in a fog. Then, the kids and I headed out to the beach for our church's last beach pit, only to find a handful of people and no pit, no fire. We hung out for awhile, letting the kids get all sandy and run around, then came home.
The Fresh Stuff: I went to the beach using a route I have never used and I did not get lost once. Not one time! Perhaps my getting lost curse is lifting. (Or perhaps I have tipped the scales by buying a map and stashing it in my car.) After we got home last night, we made some homemade chocolate ice cream. Yum. If you are lucky enough to be in our lifegroup, you may get some tonight! My parents were here this week, and we had a great time together. (Pictures to come . . maybe) Finally, I cast on for a top I was going to knit for me, and after only four rows it is painfully clear that (a) my gauge is way off and this top will fit me only if I gain about twenty pounds, and (b) this cotton yarn is maybe not the best choice for the pattern. I was saddened, but I quickly put it to the side and grabbed the lovely green/blue yarn that Sally and I scored at the craft store sale and cast on for a shawl for me. That's right - a shawl. (Gauge doesn't matter too much, so I figure it's a safe bet.) It's going to be a thick warmWutheringHeights type wrap. As I was happily knitting away, watching several episodes of Psych (my new favorite show), I fell in love with wool. It's a wool blend, but still. It's lovely. It's soft, it's stretchy, the stitches are uniform, and I'm knitting super duper fast. (Fast for me, that is.)