The lost week. I spent it coughing. And when I wasn’t coughing I was sleeping and napping, sprinkled with more coughing. Curses! But I did get good knitting time in, wore my candy-corn socks and drank lots of tea!
Anyway, progress on my Beatnik sweater.
I finished off the back and got the front started and I’m about half way up the front section. I’m determined to get it done to wear this fall/winter if it kills me. Well, if the coughing doesn’t do it first. I’ve finally managed to remember some of the cabling patterns, so I don’t need to study my notes for each and every row. And unfortunately that has meant unknitting 2 rows and reknitting it due to my inaccurate memory of things.
Also, I blame the new shows starting up on tv, a movie with subtitles and a cat who doesn’t take “no, you can’t get on my lap right now” as an answer, a new iphone and yes, more coughing.
For some throw-back fun, how about this gal? Good lord, how can that be me? 20-year-old me. But what fun I had…here I was riding horses on a beach on the Dingle Peninsula in Ireland. My horse, Daisy, would take off as soon as we would get on the beach. We toured for a week on horseback through the countryside, stopping in small villages at night, exhausted, exhilarated, smelling very horsey after a day’s riding. I can still conjure up the smell of the little pubs we’d invade at the end of the day, their smell of wood and guinness and whiskey.
One thing I’ve learned is to hang on, life is going to be an adventure! And maybe a bit o’whiskey for the cough?