No, that’s not the name of my new shawl. It’s still “that cream lace shawl”. Although last night there were a few expletives interspersed in the name. I came to a mistake, and in the process of trying to fix it (gin & tonic-driven, I’ll readily admit), I dropped a couple of stitches. They rapidly unravelled across about a two inch segment, down about 4 rows. Fortunately, I had a lifeline installed. Unfortunately, the lifeline was 20 rows back.
I’ll stop and let that soak in. There are about 300 stitches on the needles. 300 times 20 rows. You figure it out. I didn’t bother to stop and take photos, but spent about 2 hours last night getting the mess back on the needles. I haven’t checked it tonight to make sure that the stitch count is OK. It’s in time out for a couple weeks.
Which brings me to The River. Tomorrow we leave for a little river trip. We’re doing two back-to-back river raft float trips. The first segment is on the Green River in northern Utah, through the Gates of Ladore, a four day raft trip. Then we drive to Moab, Utah, and do the second segment, a 5 day trip down the Colorado through Cataract Canyon. 9 days in a tent, with “no phone, no lights, no motorcar, not a single luxury”*. It sounds like heaven to me. And I will admit that in my yarny nerdiness, that I packed the sock yarn first. We’re limited on baggage weight on the flight back off the river to Moab at the end, so I’m just taking sock projects.
I’m off to pack. I’ll be back in a couple of weeks!
*Extra credit for knowing the source of that quote…