I love shoes

Today the UPS man brought me four pairs of shoes I'd ordered.

 

My husband saw all the boxes and tissue and stuff on table, looked at my happy face and said, "It's so cute how you get so much pleasure from such a little thing as shoes."  How could you not love this man!

Nob Hill progress

Yesterday afternoon Colton called to me saying, "Come see the beautiful sunset," and it was indeed lovely.

After dinner we watched a movie and I finished the body of my Nob Hill. Here it is just before binding off the bottom edge.

The movie was Home Alone 3, Colton's pick, and possibly the worst movie I've ever seen, but he loved it, and I had my knitting.  

Nob Hill progress

I started this little shrug a while back - like mid December.  I know that doesn't sound like a long time ago, but on size 13 needles with no sleeves, it really should already have been finished.  The back has been done for a while, and I had worked most of one side of the front.  I've been really distracted over the past few weeks, and I'm pretty sure I'd messed it up.  One of the things that bugged me was that the pattern has you working the back then putting one front and the back neck on holders while you work the other front.  You know I hate that approach because it just find it so much more intuitive to work both fronts at the same time - then you only have to keep track of where you are once - half the opportunity for distraction.  So I ripped out what I'd done and began the fronts together.  During Project Runway (the one where the poor guy who doesn't get to go to Mercedes-Benz Fashion Week has a total meltdown) I worked quite a bit of the fronts.  Actually even more than I had done of the one front.  And then I ran out of yarn.  Here I am, zipping along, and I am out of yarn.  Oh, there's more yarn to be had, but it was at the shop, and we were having a snowstorm that was already keeping me from getting to the Kennedy Center, so I sure as heck wasn't going to risk life and limb to go to the shop. Frustrating, yes, but there really wasn't anything to be done but fold it up and tuck it back into the bag until Tuesday.  

I did end up going in to the shop today, though, and picked up two more skeins of this delicious brown Sundae, so I might be able to finish it all up tonight.  Woo hoo!

Brigitta in Ushya

At long last, I had my new Brigitta and my camera in the same place at the same time.  As far as this yarn for this project, it is a match made in heaven.  Ushya is super chunky, but so light - a 100g hank gives you a generous 114 yards.  I made the size 36, and it took just 6 skeins. Ushya is also really springy, so it bounces back from knitting errors and garments made from it keep their shape really nicely.  I love this color too - a great heathery teal.  Yum. 

You're kidding me, right?

 In case you can't see the print, this is a jury summons.  Not familiar with such?  Well let me explain.  This is when you have to show up for days and days to view the court proceedings of someone who has been charged with a crime.  These cases can last a couple of days, or they can drag on for weeks and months.  As I understand it, you are required to sit in the jury box and not only stay awake, but listen attentively to the evidence presented.  All this you have to do patiently without your knitting.  Um, did you catch that?  WITHOUT MY KNITTING.  I don't do that whole sitting still thing very well without my knitting.  I am always surprised when people who see me knitting in the doctor's office waiting room or at some school sporting event with my knitting and feel compelled to tell me that they don't knit because they don't have the patience.  Excuse me?  How do you have the patience to sit and wait three hours without knitting?  Oh well.  Not everyone gets it.  Too bad for them.  Anyway, back to the Jury Summons.  I am not at all looking forward to serving my community in this way.  My life has been too much these past two weeks to deal with it right now.  It is raining, and I am cold and tired. My bed looks amazingly appealing although it is not even 9 p.m.  My dog agrees.

So I fixed myself a big mug of hot chocolate and got my Nob Hill Shrug and climbed on in. I'll think about jury duty tomorrow.