I have been ignoring this shawl lately. Not in favor of a shiny new project — I’m still on the prowl for something to blow my mind in that department — but just on account of pure sloth. It’s reached the very-long-row stage and after lavishing attention on it during a car trip to Walla Walla, Washington (yes, it’s real), I was kind of ready for a break. Luckily, the siren song of Vincent’s Apron lured me back to the fold.
Unfortunately, the way things are shaping up, I’m afraid I’ll have an awkward amount left over. Oh well, a small price to pay.
p.s. The weather is lovely here, but I miss my blue table. And my kitty.