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From the Sublime to the Ridiculous

You will come to understand the title of this blog post….but you’ll have to keep reading!

A (what was intended to be brief) wrap-up (I hope) of Sock Camp. Maybe.

I hadn’t shared yet that I went out a day early, just to see friends and hang out in the wonderful Seattle area, since there would be no extra time at camp, nor after. (On the way, I saw this mysterious communication at the Minneapolis airport.

Apparently, fiber-bearing animals were sending me messages?)

My friend KT sweetly picked me up at the airport, took me to lunch at Pomegranate Bistro (NOM!), and thence to her house for a couple hours of knitting and talking in her crafty hideaway.  (The mother-in-law apartment in her house is her craft area.  It is awesomeness.  Not just for knitting, but for quilting and all KT’s other artistic endeavors: she is incredibly creative.  KT is a sock camper also but went the second session, so we were not going to see each other otherwise!) I also was a magnet for her beautiful cats, Frog and Tink.  😀

Then I got to go with KT to see her sons’ Montessori school (my daughters went to a Montessori school until just last year — wow, when I think about it, from when the eldest started Montessori preschool in 1999 to last spring 2009 when the younger completed 5th grade at her charter Montessori school in the public school system, I always had at least one child in Montessori for a decade!).  That was really cool, to see a lovely, and different, Montessori school.

Bad blogger.  No pics.  Too busy talking, apparently.

KT then, in a demonstration of true knit-sisterly love, drove me to my friend Astrid’s house through rush hour traffic on I-5 in the rain, with her two young men in the back who did become slightly bored with the process, small gentlemen though they are.  KT, you are a saint!

Thereafter, Astrid and her husband Greg very generously fed me and put me up overnight.  After a wonderful meal, the usual engaging conversation that occurs any time Astrid and Greg are in the room, and a stormy night/early morning, which I slept through most of, an absolutely gorgeous morning greeted me.  At which point, I remembered my camera…though I just realized I haven’t yet taken a picture of the way cool hand-dyed yarn that Astrid gave me!  (But it’s somewhat similar to this one in her etsy shop, but without the sparkle, and more colors.  Very pretty!  I love it!)  Here’s the view from Astrid and Greg’s deck on a stunning Seattle spring morning:

A few remnants of rain

soon evaporated, and after a lovely breakfast, Astrid continued her generosity by driving me to Sock Camp at Port Ludlow.

We had a lovely trip across the Kingston-Edmonds ferry!

And I got to show Astrid around the Inn at Port Ludlow a bit before she headed back.

The mountains came out to be seen, for Astrid.

We got to see a sea otter swimming by the docks!

So, after hugs were exchanged and Astrid headed home, I explored a bit, took a few more pictures,

had dinner in the bar with new and old friends, and then that evening

Sock Camp officially kicked off with a dessert reception and the sorting of the Tribes.  And the laying down of the Camp ground rules by Steph, baby Maggie and Tina.

After that….it was kind of a blur.  Oh, gee.  I wish I could have blogged concurrently, there is still so much to tell you, but this post is getting too long already!  But one highlight was mid-camp: the Talent Show.  Wow.

The knitters who come to Sock Camp are an amazingly talented bunch.  Knitting, of course.  But in many other ways.  I saw Dorie’s incredible quilt that left me almost speechless….it took a third place at American Quilter’s Society’s Paducah show (this is A Big Deal in the quilter world, and if you saw the quilt, you’d totally get it.)  My picture is abysmal:  I hoped the Harlot would blog her photo, but not to date.  (The quilt tells the story of Bernard, the timid cat who dreams of Africa.) And then there was Anne’s artwork, of which my photos are completely blurry, but you can see it for real at the link.  Amazing.

If I had done my little talent show offering AFTER those — I’m not sure I would have dared to perform!  But, I deliberately signed up to go first.  My voice was extremely iffy, as I was just recovering from a prolonged bout of The Plague (OK, some nasty virus that settled in my lungs).  So I drank some bourbon and hot tea, on the advice of my musician husband (though not too much bourbon, or I would not have been able to stand, let alone perform).  And quick, before my voice ‘went’ any more than it already had:

I got up and sang a little song about socks.  Written by yours truly.

So now you see the reason for the title?  Between my last post with the angelic teen voices singing a lovely song, the beautiful scenery at Astrid’s house and at Camp, and then my teammates (Dorie and Anne were both Fellow Foxes in Socks!) with their incredible art….definitely The Sublime.

and then — there is this….

Maybe This Time”. Definitely on the ridiculous side of the Sublime vs. Ridiculous scale!

(For the unedited song, with chatter before and after, including the American Idol-style “Camp Idol” judging by Steph, Tina,  and Stephen, see here…. this video also hints at the hidden story behind the name of one of Blue Moon Fiber Artsnewest colorways!)

The Panopticon About Town

I have an incredible amount of respect for anyone who is asked to talk about ‘Knitting and Humor’ —

and is able to deliver just that!


Franklin Habit, the knitter and vintage pattern resurrectionist, photographerblogger, author, and ‘knitting humorist’ (as he was introduced by my knitting friend Abigail,


über-cool librarian and organizer of the event) came to the “Knit-In”

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at the La Crosse Public Library last night where he, yes, knit, and also stalwartly came through with the above for nigh on an hour!  He spoke about how he came to be a knitting cartoonist (not what he put down as his career choice in 3rd grade, admittedly), and his knitting career; he related the advent of Dolores, and gave us the inestimable pleasure of hearing him read a couple of the essays sprinkled among the cartoons of his new book, “It Itches”, together with background introduction and side comments.


(That’s my friend Mairwen’s book that Franklin borrowed to read from, his own copy being at home in Chicago….)

He brought some of his knitting credentials:


and told their stories, including more about what he claims is now being called the “Angry Baby Bonnet“, if I recall correctly.



There was a wide-ranging question and answer session.


Knitting, of course, happened before, during, and after.

I was so impatient to cast-on with some yarn which had been thought lost but which had just been restored to me, that I was free-skeining, leading some (including Franklin) to question my sanity ever so delicately.


No, Dolores was not there.  Though one of her supporters was.


I have to tell you that my daughters might actually have come too, even though, you know, it’s with their mom and therefore innately uncool.  Because they love Franklin’s book.  I got it signed at Rhinebeck, and

Afterwards, as knitters waited to get their books signed, I was able to see those knitting friends I hadn’t seen before the talk (I got there perhaps an hour earlier; would that I could have taken the afternoon off, it was going on from noon to 8 pm!).  I knew any number of people in the audience, from different areas of my life; all knitters, but I don’t know them all from knitting (one, for example, is my daughter’s teacher: she’s actually taught one of my two daughters for the past four years continuously, poor woman, given that Montessori has mixed age classrooms!)  And two of the Gothlet’s best friends were there.  One won a door prize in absentia!  (I won a door prize in presentia!)

I didn’t get pictures of most (well, Tina‘s a front row knitter up there, but it’s not the best photo of her, so she may wish to remain anonymous!), but I did get a photo of one knitting friend who came a long way to hear Franklin.  I’m so happy he came to my town, if just so that Dale-Harriet came too!


(She and I called each other before we left and agreed to wear coordinating clothes and knitting.)

Not only Dale-Harriet, but the delightful Mr. Dearling, who is as sweet as D-H claims (and is a much better photographer than my husband: he took the above picture).


It was great to see them; and I had a chance to go out for dinner with knitters afterwards too, some of whom were friends or acquaintances, and some of whom were new knitting acquaintances.  Very much fun.  Almost too much fun for one evening.

But not really.  With knitting, I don’t think there’s really such a thing as  ‘too much fun’!

Is there?

Rain and Random

Rain and 51 degrees, as we had today, is just not quite what we expect in February up here.  Thaw, perhaps.  All-day rain, not usually.  (I worked from dawn till dusk, so no pictures, but I expect you can imagine gray and rainy on top of dirty gray snow and ice.  Not much in the colorful department.)

Though it was raining and about this temperature the day that the Gothlet was born, almost 11 years ago: I remember going for a walk in early labor, trying to get the irregular contractions a little closer together, and stepping over puddles in the neighborhood.

Yes, the Gothlet’s going to be ELEVEN in a week, and she has definitely transformed into a Pretëën (trying to subvert some weird searches there, or channeling the Swedish chef, not sure which).  Mostly in the Attitude department.  She’s always had a certain sardonic wit.  Even back when her father would tell her as a toddler/preschooler, “Cute don’t cut it”, to remind her that batting her eyes would get her nowhere, she would fire back “Cute DO cut it!” because, of course, a winning smile and long eyelashes can get you a certain amount in life, whether justly or not.  Not perhaps with her parents, who were immune, but in other situations….

That sardonic wit has now transformed into full-out sarcasm.  Which can be funny when the sarcasm is not 24/7, and not directed at what’s for dinner, or why practicing piano is or is not necessary, or my explanation as to why the gym teacher has to be tolerated though not loved.


Here she is, being forced to pose for a picture after she and her team won the city “Battle of the Books” championship last Friday (on to the state competition in a couple weeks, which they won last year).  Doesn’t the ‘Oh, Mom!’ come right through the screen despite the coaxed smile?  (Third picture attempt to get the smile, I said something tangential, probably something sarcastic.  Wonder where she gets it from?) (From her father, actually!)

There is a certain detachment, though, and sense of humor, that make me think the Gothlet could be an author.  Or an artist (she has leanings that way).  She sees the world from a slightly different perspective than most.

So, in honor of the Gothlet’s approaching 1-1, I will share a Goth-quote with you each post till the natal day.

Today’s is more about the recent point of view and sardonicity (yes,  I know that’s not a real word): the Gothlet told me yesterday that she informed her 11-year-old friend, who is fond of wearing H*llister and Aerop*stale T-shirts, that:

“You know, A_y, when you wear that, you’re just a corporate billboard.”


Is this how Michael Moore started?

The other Goth-quotes are a little farther back in time, in the innocent days of ten-and-a-half, and not quite so pointed, therefore….


And now for something completely different, or perhaps just back to the beginning of the post.

In two days, I’m going where the weather we’ve just had is unremarkable for February.  Yes, I’m leavin’ on a jet plane and heading to the Pacific Northwest in the first of several knitterly jaunts this late winter/spring.  (Enough jaunts that I feel guilty.  Really.)

A friend that I met at BMFA Sock Camp last year, KT, talked me into coming to Madrona (Madrona Fiber Arts Winter Retreat, to give it its full name) this year.  (It was really hard to talk me into it.)  (NOT!) There was a lottery for several popular classes, including classes by Nancy Bush, Stephanie Pearl-McPhee, and others.  I decided that if I got a lottery class, I would go (I had frequent flyer miles, and could take the time off work).  Indeed, I got into Nancy Bush’s “Overture to Estonian Lace” and signed up for a class taught by Elsebeth Lavold: “Viking Knits: Mitered Cables” (it’s about designing with cables and making them go around corners and such) also.  And I got on the waiting list for a class by Sally Melville about making your sweaters fit (just got into it a few days ago).

And then I find out that my internet Doppelganger twin Laurie is going to be there, and so is my other Sock Camp friend and kindred spirit Sam, and Tammy, and others that I met at Sock Camp, and WOW!  Not only am I going to be learning, really learning advanced techniques from knitting book authors, but I’m going to see friends again, and one friend I haven’t met yet (in the memorable words of the RockStar at age 4), AND rumor has it there will be more cool yarn there than one could possibly shake a stick at even if one wanted to do such a foolish thing.  NOT that I need more yarn, but still…..

Lots to do, to be able to leave pre-dawn in two days!

Which is probably why my dryer broke Sunday night….Life needed to be more interesting.

Prelude to a Celebration (and to a Contest)

Not just Thanksgiving —

but tomorrow, we’ll be having a wonderful feast in celebration of another occasion as well.

Since my brother and his wife will be having Thanksgiving dinner with her family tomorrow, we went out for dinner tonight when they came down from the Twin Cities and started the celebrating early.

But my pre-birthday fun really started even earlier today when a friend of mine at work gave me a couple hilarious presents.  (It’s his birthday today — Happy Birthday, Ken!)

The first (slightly profane, I don’t think any children besides occasionally my teen read this blog, however):


(He knew I’d love it.  And I do!)

Second, even better, a knitting bank for stash money:



The pictures of the other sides didn’t turn out so well, but read:

Ever fantasized about knitting your own work clothes?  Or instantly whipping up some winter mitts and a matching scarf?  Don’t fool yourself.  It’s gonna take some serious money to learn how.

That’s where we come in with our easy-to-use Magic Wool Fund.™ We’ll have you savin’ up before you can holler, “Knit one, purl two!”

You love wool?  That’s your problem.  Our problem is helping you find the funds.


and on the other side, this knitter is calling her dealer:


“I need a half gram of wool and quick!  I’m starting to come down…”

He knows me.  Too funny.


And then tonight we the family went out to an Italian restaurant where good times, good drinks, and good food were had by all, culminated by birthday cannoli courtesy of Ciatti’s.


And some lovely gifts from my brother and sister-in-law.

So, tomorrow is the actual natal day, marking the midpoint of my 40s.  And I loved your comments last year, so I’ve decided to have a birthday blog contest with a similar theme.

Starting tomorrow, November 27, 2008, and going until midnight Monday, December 1st (because I know some people may be on vacation until then):

Please do leave a comment on tomorrow’s post with a favorite quote, poem, motto, saying, or a song with a message that you like (you don’t have to write down the whole song unless you’d like to).  Also, tell me your favorite color (or two colors, if you can’t decide).

The random number generator of Fortune will select a winner, who will receive a very nice (oh, I promise) skein of yarn in their favorite color.  Probably sock yarn, unless you have a preference otherwise (if you are the lucky wiener, I’ll check with you as to weight and fiber preferences).  (I have learned that I can’t decide based on merit.  You all are just too good, and too funny!)

PLUS: bonus contest today!  Here’s a non-random one.

The first person who can say in today’s comments the name of the style of sweater that the fashionable lady on my birthday knitting bank is wearing, and exactly what is depicted on her sweater, will win a small but fun knitting-related prize.

Go for it!

A Month Of Saturdays

I’m so delinquent; I haven’t put up a Saturday Sky in a month.

Because I’ve been gone every Saturday till now!

Well, Saturdays, let me show you them.

First, this Saturday just past (at least the good Saturday Sky part).

That was, however, not how it looked in the morning, when I took the Preteen to a 7 am babysitting job and the Gothlet to a 5 K Girls on the Run run/walk. No, it was 41 degrees and raining nicely with a 20 mph NW wind. Brrr! And then I went to work. And then the weather turned nice. (You know you’re working/blogging too much when the only way you know it’s gotten nice outside is that your WeatherPixie is wearing a sleeveless shirt under a virtual sun.)

So the rest of the day, not too newsworthy, other than I got dragged to went to “Iron Man”, by with my husband and our friends (it was the guys’ idea), and it was actually really a blast. I enjoyed it! I didn’t knit (no stockinette project in a suitable state), and my fingers hardly twitched, so you know it must have been pretty ok.

Last Saturday:


Knitting classes with Lucy Neatby, Janet Szabo, and Margaret Fisher (the ones I took), and a road trip with three friends, plus meeting up with a Sock Camp friend, makes for a great weekend.

Unfortunately, I did not specifically take a Saturday Sky picture: my brain was full at lunchtime when we got sprung for a bit!

There is SaturDayLight coming through the windows of this cool coffeehouse where we had lunch:

Karla, Cheri, and me — whoops, Lee’s taking the picture.

Here she is with Karla:

This place was great; the Aspen Cafe, I believe? Look at what you can have for breakfast.

We drove over across the state Friday night, and I had classes with Lucy Neatby Saturday morning and afternoon. My hands were tired, my brain was full, but my heart was happy! Lucy Neatby is amazing. I know I said this already, but if she’s giving a class anywhere within reach of you, GO. She is an incredible teacher. And something of a genius. The first class was all about short rows (I learned things I didn’t know, including the Japanese short row, which I’ll be trying at the next opportunity) with Lucy’s cast-off variation as a bonus. Then, after a short lunch break to settle the brain cells, an afternoon class about her Magic Buttonhole and Double Band for cardigans. I’ve never been happy with my buttonholes or button bands. You should see my swatch! (Gee, I should photograph my swatch and show it to you, how’s about that! ‘K, I will, and add it in.)

Another short break, and then the banquet, with good food, great company, door prizes (which two of my three knitting companions won!), a Show and Tell (I showed my Lopi EPS with a length problem), and, wait, look, who’s that over there?

In the center picture, in the purple (more blue-ish in real life, as I recall): Blogless Carla from Sock Camp! Yay! We were at different tables at the banquet but got to hang out at lunch the next day and nostalgically relive the events of the week before last (and moan about how hard the re-entry to non-Sock Camp life was). What fun! I had just reminded Carla two days before the classes, that we were only a state apart, when she happened to mention that she was going to a knitting seminar in Neenah, Wisconsin, having no idea that I would also be there. Synchronicity….

After the banquet, the wonderful owners of “Yarns by Design“, the really great yarn shop which put on the “Midwest Masters” Seminar, opened up the shop late. They are a US distributor for Lucy Neatby so had some hard-to-find things, and a nice shop ambience.  It’s rather fun to be shopping for yarn when everyone else in town is drinking beer and bowling (seriously; there was a bowling tournament in town too).

Here are my friends waiting for me to finish checking out, since I tried my hardest to make it worth the shop-owners’ while to stay open late. (The shop had been full, but everyone else had gone back to the hotel by this point.)

The next morning brought an also wonderful class with Janet Szabo, known for her cable work and original designs in particular. This class taught a method to convert stitch patterns from being written (i.e. in a stitch dictionary) in the flat, to being written and charted (yay!) in the round. I had muddled my way through this process in designing the Wedding Pi shawl, and although a couple patterns were a piece of cake to convert, the last one (Bell Lace), has a variable number of stitches before and after the main pattern repeat on every row; does NOT have plain purl-back rows; and has a changing stitch count with every other row (the actual stitch count of which Barbara Walker does not give you, just that it reverts to the original number on the last row). I’m surprised I have any hair left, after pulling it out so much. It made me feel better that Janet told us in class that that was really hard. I really enjoyed her class and learned a lot; I think we analyze things in the same way.  And she knows & works with one of my teachers at Sock Camp, J C. Cool!

Another quick lunch (I did get a picture that day)

(The yarn shop is the second blue awning, halfway down the block.)

Then my last class, taught by Margaret Fisher, the Long & Short of Knitting Alterations, to which I brought my too-short Lopi sweater. We learned to put in ‘safety lines’ and cut our knitting without even the help of a stiff drink (though the fact that it was only swatches helped). We learned/practiced grafting. The crochet provisional cast-on was shown.  And then we discussed sweater alteration strategies (my proposed plan was endorsed about the Lopi EPS sweater, i.e. cutting just below the colorwork band above the ribbing, unraveling the ribbing, knitting this reclaimed yarn into the body of the sweater to lengthen it; using ‘new’* cream-colored Lopi yarn to knit downwards, possibly with a second colorwork band to disguise the slight color change, and then knitting a hem rather than reknitting the ribbing (my body’s changing since 1983, fancy that!). Possibly the same for the sleeves.

*Actually old cream-colored Lopi from about the same vintage, but it’s been stored all these years and is noticeably brighter.

After our last classes (we all took different ones, but ended up in and out of each others’, other than me & Lee, but we were roommates!), then back into the car and home. We made a driver switch at the location pictured below, and I couldn’t help but think that our husbands probably thought we were here all along (Click pic if you can’t read it.):

And thence, home.


OK, no big details about the rest of the Month of Saturdays, as this post will take forever to load anyway, and it’s late.

But here’s my first Saturday in Seattle:

I got up before the sun rose in the Saturday Sky:

before the dew was off the grass.

And wandered around the ornamental trees and flowers around the hotel and surrounding buildings.

Then, on the hotel shuttle bus on the way to the airport, The Mountain (Mt. Rainier) was out! (Bad picture, color-enhanced.) I have a number of other pictures, (this was yarn crawl day on the Knotorious Knitters bus!), but not as many pictures as I should, because I ran out of battery before Bainbridge Island.

This was a gorgeous day in the upper 70s, not humid, light breeze, amazing.

The next Saturday: was NOT.

When I got up early on Saturday, on Orcas Island, Washington, here’s what it looked like from my room balcony.  

I didn’t get a photo of the Saturday Sky from the bay that morning, but if I had, I bet it would have looked like this, which was the snow moving in across the bay, the day before.

And then a snowy thus slower drive to the ferry; an uneventful ferry ride other than the ferry being a bit late due to weather and some sort of drill; a bus ride to the airport accompanied by increasing tension, as two of our number (CeCe and Carla) had an earlier flight out of SeaTac, for which the weather and the ferry were going to make them very significantly later than desireable. (They made it, in the nick of time.) And my somewhat eventfully delayed flight to Minneapolis:

 (the white patch is the storm that delayed my flight considerably and led to the need for de-icing, as seen when we finally got airborne, click to embiggen if you wish)

  Finally flying out of the bad weather,  then eventual arrival truly back home.

Makes me tired all over again just typing about it.

More to come, promise. Like actual Knitting knitting.

Back to the laundry!

Raven Feather in the Snow

I promised to show you what I’d been working obsessively on this week, in between working, and caring for the smallish sick one (who is feeling MUCH better, thank you so much for all your good thoughts and words! To my surprise, she’s actually looking good to potentially go back to school tomorrow, though no gym or dance for a while, I think).

So, before I’d actually finished the second mitt, but while there was still light earlier today (SUNlight! Actual Visible Light from the Sun!), I took some photos of the first completed fingerless mitt on my too-small hands.


(Almost too much Light from the Sun, hope you’re not blinded. Don’t worry, it went away again.)


These are guitar-playing fingerless mitts like my husband’s, for our friend Bill*, an awesome Native American musician.

The feather motif echoes the eagle feather that hangs from Bill’s guitar. I designed the feather myself for this mitt, and am now rather fond of it. I first looked for a feather pattern in books and on the ‘Net. Those I found were lace patterns, but knit in black and on the hand, all you saw visually were the holes rather than the feathers (believe me, I tried a couple versions). And BTW, if you Google feather knitting pattern, you come up with a gajillion versions of feather and fan; very nice but not what I needed! So I modified an embossed leaf kind of idea to be more feathery, and on the third attempt, came up with this, which I am really liking. (Though blocking will improve it, some of the rippling, on the edges, is intentional, to evoke a feathery quality rather than leafy.)


Here’s a perhaps better depiction of the color (Dream in Color “Black Parade”):


The color is black overdyed with different colors, such as subtle greens and reds, and reminds me of the iridescence of a crow or raven feather. Like the Socks That Rock Raven Clan colorways which came out not long ago.

If it were the Knitting Olympics right now, I think I would deserve some sort of award** for: Knitting Black Yarn, in a Personally Unvented Pattern, with Coincident Shaping, in the Dark, at a Concert. With Aging Eyes. And not messing up (that I can tell). I still can’t believe it. I finished the second feather with the last chord of Bill’s last song, I kid you not. I had Bill try the first, finished mitt on, though, after the concert and before I finished the second mitt, so I could adjust or reknit if needed. (That’s my story and I’m sticking to it! No, really!) But he said they were perfect, so I’m just finishing #2 (if my hubris has not called down the knitting goddesses to strike my Addis with lightning) and he’ll get the finished pair tomorrow morning.

All this marathon knitting of black yarn Continental-style has left its mark.


It’s hard to see in the photo, but the ring around my forefinger isn’t just shadowed, it’s black from dye transfer, despite hand-washing. The mark of an obsessive knitter.

*Hmm, here’s a quandary. My husband emphatically doesn’t want to be outed on my blog. But Bill, a working musician, would have no such qualms. All publicity is good when you’re playing for a living! Well, if you’re curious and want to hear some amazing songwriting and performing of original music with Native American/rock/blues roots, go ahead and set that Googlefier to Native American, Grammy & Bill, and you’ll come up with some wonderful music. Or leave a comment if you’re interested in learning more, and I’ll send you the info. A certain musician whom I live with, might have happened to play on, record, engineer and co-produce that Grammy-winning CD, but no names will be named here.

**I should also have earned an official reproof, however, for once again forgetting to take my watch off when photographing my left hand modeling mitts, leaving the impression of a significant wrist deformity or fugly knitting.

Friday Eye Candy, Wedding Pi Edition


Pi candy Eye candy especially for knitters.

The shawl came off the blocking mats beautifully. I ran home at lunch to wrap it up and take it to its lovely recipient, and tried to take an indoor photo:


Cool, but not enough detail for her Tserenity the Tsarina of Tsocks.

So, out to the porch:

porch-shot.jpg Nah, not going to work. Did I mention it’s a currently gray cold November day here in Wisconsin, and it snowed a little this morning (didn’t stick, and the ground is dry again)? So here we go on the front walk:


Some details for the detail-oriented (you know who you are!):

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(Click to embiggen.)

And, as I took a photos of the edge beading — some new beads appeared on the shawl.


Ack! It’s snowing again! End of photography for this session.

But I’ll leave you with one more eye candy shot:


I will be seeing it on the bride very soon! Happy Wedding Day, Melinda and Greg!