CarmelKnits, etc.

I've made yet another knitting error. Not quite as grievous as the non-superwash blanket yarn error but grievous none-the-less. I started knitting Flora's Cap by Churchmouse Yarns and Tea probably back in February or early March. I cast on the hat. It's in seed stitch, I should mention that because I'm doing a lot of seed stitch lately and it's a time, yarn, and soul sucking stitch if you're not into it. I'm into it right now but when it goes out of favor with me, just wait for the post on that. So I'm knitting and seeding, and petting the yarn and I'm cruising right along. As fast as someone knitting a fingering weight hat on size 3 circulars cruises in soul-sucking seed stitch, which I'm loving right now. I finally hit that magic number of 6 inches and I can place my markers for the decreases. Except I've made a mistake somewhere. Like at the very begininng of the project When I took my lovely skein of Seahawk Yarn and...

I'm on the second to last section of Bohemian Shawl! It's my favorite by far to knit. Oh and a bonus photo of Mr. Brown. Happy Wednesday

Seriously. I couldn't for the life of me think of a title. Nothing witty made sense. Nothing made sense actually. It's not like this is a super involved post. It's not even life changing. It's just a quick project update. Nothing fancy here folks. Still, I couldn't come up with a title. When we were in Pacific Grove and I went to Monarch Knitting once or twice five times. I picked up some Madelinetosh yarn and knew instantly what I was going to make with it. Instantly. I love it when it all comes together like that. You see the yarn. You love the yarn. You start combing thru your nugget about what pattern you have that would be great with the yarn. then... You can feel the tingle of excitement as you frantically try logging into your Ravelry account on your phone, cursing yourself for your extensive five number-three letter-some caps- conglomeration password, and you're in, you hit your favorites list, and there it is... you can hear...

Today is Gabby Girl's 11th birthday. 11th. Honestly, we didn't think she's be alive for her 9th birthday so this is huge. We rescued her when she was eight months old and D instantly became her favorite. However, if she needs something done, I'm the one she comes too. Have to go outside? She comes to me. Want a treat? Me Time to eat? Wake up the lady. Love, affection, football and tv... it's all D all the time. She loves her balls, and stuffed babies. Big Baby Hippo is her favorite. If you are sitting, you are obviously free to play with her and her babies. If the sun is out, she's out, as well as all her babies. Mr. Brown doing something wrong? No worries, she's a master tattler. She will sell him out in a heartbeat. Scold her and she'll break your heart with the puppy eyes and hanging head. Scold Mr. Brown, she wags her tail. Scold D and she sits next to him shooting me dirty looks. She ate a nylon at age 1. ...

I couldn't wait. As soon as I pulled this photo from the big camera I had to share it with you. This photo pretty much sums up summer in the Pacific Northwest for me...

I'm a full fledged chicken sitter. Things I know the chickens like: Chicken crack Watermelon Cracked Corn Spinach Cucumber Me. Literally, they went all Lord of the Flies on me last week while I was practically laying on the ground trying to rehang their water bucket. Running over me, pecking at me, running in and out of the coop, which wasn't easy because I was halfway in it... Ahh buck-bucks... I do like you. I love how you come running to me when I come to the fence. I love hearing you call to me across the street. I love the fresh eggs you give me. I'm sorry D ate your watermelon. See you soon!

Summer has taken over...