Friday, I drove to Grand Rapids to see my daughter's play. We stayed up until 2 a.m. talking, and then I hit the road at 7 a.m. so that I could get home in time to go to the Black Swamp Spinners Guild fiber event.
Scott chatted with the people who make spinning wheels and spindles.
I chatted with fiber and yarn.
Briar Rose was there --
I managed to resist the temptation at their booth, but I did buy a couple of skeins for felted slippers from Amazing Grace FarmsThey had other stuff, too --
I could not resist some gorgeous English Angora fiber from Prissy --one of Jan Vandenhout's lovely bunnies:
And what about the shawl?
I knitted in my hotel room before my daughter's play, and afterward, while we talked.
I knitted while Scott drove us to Bowling Green for the fiber fest.
I knitted last night.
I knitted this morning.
I started promising myself little rewards for completing a row -- like a couple of these:
or a trip to the bathroom.
I am on the last patterning row, followed by two rows of stockinette, an eyelet row, two more rows of stockinette, and then 12 rows of garter stitch -- which I am referring to as the Bataan Death March edging.
While knitting, I've been singing --
"This is the shawl that never ends; it goes on and on my friends;
some knitter started knitting it, not knowing what it was, and she'll continue knitting it forever
this is the shawl that never ends ..."
You know the tune -- feel free to sing along.