Well, I’m at least back in Nashville. Where it is very, very hot. And that’s pretty much my excuse for why I have very little knitting to show you. I might even have negative amounts of knitting, when all is said and done.
First off, the bag of sadness:
Goodbye, Shetland Tea Shawl. There was no way this was going to work out … it would have been a petite lap blanket, not the giant fluffy blanket cloud I was hoping for. So I ripped last night. The malabrigo lace is holding up surprisingly well, but I made sure to be extra gentle and avoid any unnecessary tugging. It looks like all the yarn might make it out intact.
And that’s always a good thing, especially considering that the new shawl I have in mind takes a lot of yarn. Somehow, I just couldn’t face another start on the Tea Shawl. Maybe another time.
But on to the good news: a new bag for my birthday!
My sister gives awesome gifts. This is the Tom Bihn swift bag. It’s billed as a knitting bag, though it’s so roomy and practical it’s perfect for just about everything (it was my carry-on) … I can stuff a lot of crap in there. And the project pouch is super. I’m one of those people who would like to say I travel light, but I’m not: I’ve become my Grandma Doris, hauling around 10lbs. of goodness knows what, just in case. So, yeah, this is pretty ideal.
The actual knitting — which could, of course, be put in the above-mentioned bag — is not so very exciting.
The ishbel with stripes continues to grow, and I continue to waffle about what kind of border to knit. Lace? Garter stitch? Le sigh. Still not sure.
So, I’ll leave you with my favorite part of summer: Rainier cherries!
If I had any restraint, I might be able to make this. Alas, I do not have any restraint.