This past week just needs to be flushed down one of our brand new toilets. I won't go into any more detail, otherwise people will read this blog then want to jump off a bridge. Line forms behind me, by the way.
At any rate, there has been knitting and not nearly as much wine swilling as you'd think. I'm going to call that maturation on my part. That, and my wine stash is getting a little thin, so I'm conserving for the rest of the weekend.
In spite of much gnashing of teeth and cursing, my Rock Island shawl is making progress. I'd say that I'm making progress on it, but that would be giving me way more credit than I deserve. I've gotten so good at tinking lace it's really kind of scary. I'm not going to count getting good at fixing mistakes as a good thing. You know what I mean.
Here's a sexy close-up:
If you aren't familiar with Rock Island, it's a triangle shawl worked from the outside in. I love this type of construction. There are increases and decreases on both sides, so all I can say is, count your stitches after every single row. Yes, that's a PITA, but trust me on this. If you're on Ravelry, pay no attention to those who say Rock Island is a slam dunk piece of cake. Those are the same people who wake up with perfect hair every day, and never gain weight on vacation. They are not to be trusted.
Tomorrow is supposed to be nice weather-wise here in the Denver area, so I think DD and I are going to the Botanic Gardens to have a little lunch and take some photos. If you're ever in the area, or happen to be lucky enough to live here, check it out. It's one of my favorite places in Colorado. DD and I try to go several times in the summer. We stop at our favorite falafel place and then picnic in the gardens. It's a lovely way to spend some time together--as long as we both eat the same garlic-heavy lunch. Otherwise, the drive home is kinda rough.
Have a great weekend, everybody, and Happy Mother's Day to my mom. You were right, by the way, about damn near everything, and I don't mind saying it. Love you!