Apparently, the photo of a newsboy cap not withstanding, I am in the middle of a shawl run. You all know by now how I select patterns. Well, maybe you don’t so here goes – I have my pattern books lined up on a shelf (OK, shelves). They were supposedly in no particular order. I take the first one off the shelf, leaf through it until I find a pattern that I like to do – before I completely change it around – and then go merrily on by knitting way. For some reason, all my shawl books are sitting on the shelf together. Having a shawl party. Not inviting a scarf book or even a wrap book in the neighborhood. All the shawl books are sitting in a row.
Luckily, they are experiencing a breakup. Diversity is the key here. Because while I select a book off the shelf, the next pattern comes from those I’ve created or have store on my PC. So, the shawl I started a couple of days ago will go back on the shelf behind a hat book and a hat pattern encased in a page protector will slip in behind it.
Let a girl have her quirks – it keeps me out of the bars.
I was out this morning photographing hats. I actually had six instead of five and I got through four of them before the batteries in the camera decided they had enough. I will go upstairs and get some new ones whenever I need to go upstairs for something else.
The craft show is a week from Friday and I have sixteen (16) new items to add to the mix. Of course that is not enough – I don’t ever have enough – but other than pressing on, there’s not much more I can do. I know I will probably managed to squeeze out a few more and I will be surprised when I look into the bin with all the others that I have a lot there. I just want there to be some new choices for the girls to look at.
Today is day eleven (11) and I am chomping at the bit to get to my free day tomorrow. I have no idea why and I think it will be a great big let down when I finally get there. I think it’s the anticipation that is causing the hormonal rush and when tomorrow dawns I think the fact that I made it there without going off the rails will be the destination and not the journey. There’s nothing wrong with that, of course, I just need to be prepared.
Bagels will help. I am looking forward to the bagels.