Mom and Dad are down in Florida for my Uncle’s memorial service, so today, it’s just the two of us in the house. Me and Chappy. I even had a glass of Woodpecker Cider with my dinner, to drink my uncle a toast (a rare thing for me). We’re looking forward to having the folks home again tomorrow. Usually, I relish having the house to myself for a few days, but . . . not for this reason! I’d much rather they were home than gone because of this.

  I was asked to provide photos of my Peacock shawl, so I took it out onto the deck at lunch, into what sunshine we had, to give it a try. I draped it over the back of a chair, so that half is in view and half is in back. Since it’s unfinished, unblocked, variegated, and on a textured chair, I think it’s pretty hard to see anything like a pattern here–but trust me, it’s there! I’m on row 175 out of 223 “regular” rows, and then the edging rows. This still has weeks to go, I think!

I’m enjoying knitting it, though–even with those annoying marker movements. (Which, if anybody wants a tip, I’m doing ahead of time on the purl-back rows, rather than trying to juggle moving the markers at the same time I’m knitting the lace. I also put note on the chart as to whether “r/l” means to move them out from the center or inward toward the center, so I don’t have to try to figure that out each time!) It’s lovely, though, and it’s possible that I may choose to make it again someday in a solid color . . . just because!

  Then, since I had the camera and my knitting bag, I couldn’t ignore my Brooks Farm shawl, so here’s its picture, same place, same pose . . . doesn’t she look lovely? I love the colors. And boy, is it soft! (So soft, I readily forgive its shedding tendencies.)

  Hey, I even did some spinning last night! This is the first time I’ve touched my wheel in a week, which was the first time in over a week . . . I’m getting seriously out of practice (tsk tsk tsk). (Doesn’t it look cool in that picture? It’s amazing what a difference good and interesting lighting will do!)

In a non-knitting vein, here’s something kind of curious: The last several days, we’ve been getting phone calls for–apparently–some Flower company. Now, our house has an 800-toll free number. Don’t ask me why. I think it dated back to when my sister and I were in school–you know, the pre-cellphone days–so that we could always call home, whether we had change in our pockets or not. Just accept that our house has one. And apparently, some flower company has been giving out our number, presumably by mistake. I fielded four calls yesterday afternoon. After hanging up from the last one, I kicked myself for not thinking to ask where, exactly, they got the number from. I mean, the person read it out to me, so it’s not that all these (very apologetic) people have been misdialing! And the one name I was given (”Isn’t this Flowers Direct?”) is not one I can find on the internet. Sigh. I mean really. We couldn’t be a flower shop, my allergies just couldn’t stand it! So why won’t these people stop calling? (grin)

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