Summer tank top and chocolate
So I went out last Friday night and picked out some yarn to
make a lovely summer tank top with because, frankly, the melting and refreezing
of snow that's been going on lately has really bummed me out. I picked out
a gorgeous blue color and a pattern. I was on the phone with my mom telling
her about it when I realized I had picked out a wool/mohair blend. Not so
much great for the summer time. Cotton would be ideal. So I decided I would
make a winter/spring sweater out of the yarn. I picked out another pattern.
I started it and ripped it out six times. I've just tonight finished the back
which is a miracle in and of itself, but then I noticed two or three huge
glaring mistakes. I can't decide if I should rip it out or decide that since
it's on the back and I won't see it, then they don't exist. I will knit up
the front and then most likely decide to frog the back, hopefully only halfway
down, but, since I find the pattern so complicated, I'm going to have to resign
myself to the fact that I'll be ripping the whole thing apart.
We had a good time at the Lewisburg Ice and Chocolate Festivals
this past weekend. I've gone back on Atkins so the chocolate festival was
a great treat, particularly since I'd become obsessed with cake since watching
"The Mayor of Casterbridge" (is that how you spell Casterbridge? I have a
sneaking suspicion it's not), don't ask me why. Anyway, I ate lots of cake
tops and left lots of cake bottoms for the trash collectors. Is that bad of
me? There's nothing like: a) frosting and 2) frosting with colored sugar on
top. That gets me every time. I'm thinking of entering the amateur competition
next year with a friend of mine, particularly after the person who was announcing
the winners gleefully declared that she herself had won second place and that
she had only learned to bake the week before. She was very cute, but more
than that, she gave us hope that we might have a pretty good chance of winning
something. So other than the festival action, Dave has been working unbelievably
hard and I've been feeling guilty about living the good life while Dave works
unbelievably hard. Congratulations, you're all caught up!