I got exactly one row of knitting done last night before I found a freaking knot in the yarn about two inches from the end of the row. I undid the knot to find that I had two separate pieces of yarn, with not enough attached to the end of the row to weave in. I said some bad words, tinked back the whole row, attached the “new” ball of yarn and did the one row over, and gave up and went to bed. Sleeves. Gotta love ’em.
Since I have no new knitting pictures, I’ll show you where we went on our anniversary vacation. We took off from LA, through the Panama Canal, and ended up in Ft. Lauderdale, stopping at San Diego, Cabo, Acapulco, Huatalco (Mexico), Costa Rica, and Grand Cayman.
We found a bottle of champagne in our cabin when we embarked. Sweetpea, the bear, is the most well-traveled teddy bear that you will ever meet. Yes, you now know my secret. I sleep with a teddy bear. She goes everywhere that I go, but only in my carry-on bag. I never put her in the checked luggage. And no, she didn’t get any champagne, even if she looks a little tipsy.
Here’s us on formal night. We clean up pretty good, don’t you think?
I packed a teddy bear, John packed a martini shaker and a jar of olives. He has his priorities, after all.
I did actually get some knitting done:
There was a chef on board from the Cordon Bleu cooking school in Ottawa. They did a series of cooking classes that we signed up for. Here I am, with Eric the chef, and my creation. It didn’t hurt any that Eric was gorgeous. I’m ready to move to Ottowa and sign up for the year long course. You really didn’t think I would be that happy over sauteed duck breast, did you?
Then there were the long days in the observation bar, writing my novel. This must have been early morning, as the drink of choice was coffee, not a bloody mary.
The trip through the Canal was fascinating. As you can see here, everybody else thought so, too.
And another one:
And another knitting picture. Notice the bourbon in one hand. No wonder I didn’t get much of that sleeve done.
Sunset over the Caribbean was glorious. John must have thought so, because I had about a gazillion pictures to choose from on the camera. I’ll show you just one.
That just leaves me speechless, so I’ll close with that one!