I had expected to be ready to pick up stitches for the border today but I noticed that I had failed to slip the first stitch in a row…several rows back of course. So. Time to rip out those rows to fix the mistake, also known as frogging. Rip it. Ribbit. Yeah. Frogging. In any case I’m almost back to where I was before I found my mistake, halfway through the wide section of purple.
I didn’t do much yesterday and spent the first part of today in bed. I’ve probably overdone my PT at home so I’ll talk to Jared about it tomorrow.
Brad was gone most of the day. He’s home and we’re both showered and relaxing before bedtime. I was surprised to discover that Dr. Pol is on at this time of the day and we are enjoying watching some reruns. However, I grow weary of the ‘it’s Pride Month and we’re so proud to be a part of it’ ads on Nat Geo. At least they aren’t showing the drag queen ads.
I’m already thinking about my next knitting project when I cast off the Ludlow shawl. I still have one pair of socks on a needle but I’m enjoying the shawl so much I might have to knit another one out of more of my hand-spun yarn. I have two Ludlow shawls out of fingering yarn that I wear. A lot. They are getting rather ratty looking and I have a LOT of fingering yarn in my stash and should probably replace both of those shawls before fall. You can’t have too many shawls. Or socks. Or hats.
I finished the Brother Cadfael book I was reading and started the next one in the series, “An Excellent Mystery.” I’ve also got a couple of books by Mark Levin downloaded on my Kobo and may go ahead and start one of them as well. Neither are books that you read quickly and I’ll probably switch back and forth between Brother Cadfael and either “American Marxism” or “Unfreedom of the Press.”
I’m in the mood for something hot to drink so I’m going to finish this post and put the water kettle on to heat. We have errands to run tomorrow and need to get to bed at a decent hour for a change. Have a blessed Monday night, ya’ll.
Rural Texas Knitter 