No sooner had we cleared it all up then Winter Storm Athena (since when do they name Nor' Easters??) decided to come roaring into town. The rain and wind were almost as bad as the hurricane, and at times actually seemed worse. Since so many trees were compromised in the hurricane, Rick and I were wondering if we should sleep in the bedroom, which is surrounded by some very tall trees. Opportunities for photographing the shawl were slim with everything else that needed getting done, so my shawl sat on the rocking chair where I could exclaim "Aren't you proud of me?" quite loudly several times a day to anyone within earshot. I tried the shawl on everyone (except the cat, but including my husband) and admired my handiwork. I was pretty darn proud of myself. I always thought knitting was sort of impossible to learn. Kind of like trying to learn a foreign language (at least for me). It was some mysterious thing that made my eyes glaze over whenever Erica tried to explain it before. Knitters were strange fanatics with weird yarn addictions. I wasn't tempted to join the club, although I must admit a soft spot for squishy yarn. I'm not sure why it sunk in this time, but I know my knit and purl stitches now and don't mix up the front and back anymore. How amazing is that? Anyway, the shawl was actually finished in mid-October, after which Erica kindly took it home and blocked it for me making it nice and even. While she was blocking it, I looked through a bunch of my crochet books for an edging. I crocheted the edging on and was completely done with the shawl a few days before the hurricane. Then things got a little crazy for a bit.
|My first knitting project -- a simple shawl.|