In the wrong headspace

So after all that buildup, you'd think that the first blog post I made after the launch would be, you know, about the launch.

Sadly, no.

This is because I had my launch-describing post all written up, and...the computer ate it. I am too embarrassed to describe exactly how, but suffice it to say that I am not completely blameless for the loss. I am, however, still mad about it and am not yet in the right mental state to contemplate rewriting the damn thing. (Although the upshot of it was certainly that I had a great time.) Stay tuned.

On the plus side, I've taken more photos of my BIL's completed Stornaway sweater:


back


pattern detail


detail of how the shoulder strap extends into the sleeve

I have one more photo that I want to take (i.e. modelled by my husband) and then I can wrap the sweater and put it under the tree!

Fafner blanket for baby Muth

The second side is finished and I am turning the third corner. I may yet finish this in my lifetime.

Cape Cod sweater for MIL

My DH is entirely unhelpful. I revealed my yarn shortage concerns to him, and my solution for coping with it (making a short-sleeved sweater instead of a long-sleeved one), and asked whether he thought his mother would wear a short-sleeved sweater.

"Maybe," he replied, with just the right amount of pessimism and wishy-washy-ness in his tone to make me want to kill him.

On the plus side, the second sleeve is coming along nicely.

Persian Tiles shawl for Grandma

I brought this project to my mom's yesterday to show her how it was coming along, and managed to get another row or two done while I was there. She was impressed. I am still loving the project like crazy.

(Oh, and Kelly, thanks for the link to the Doe Lake website! I took a look at the campground map and am sure we were at the Bella Coola area, next to Little Eye. I distinctly remember that we all decided we hated the Little Eye campers like poison and changed around some of the lyrics to our cheer songs in order to insult them - for example, instead of ending off with "Bella Coola/Bella Coola/can't be beat!" we sang "Little Eye/Little Eye/have big feet!" Don't ask me why I remember such minute details. It's not like the week was an incredibly enjoyable experience for me...in fact, I don't think I was ever so cold, skeeter-bitten and miserable in my entire life. Perhaps my brain chooses to remember traumatic events from my past with crystal clarity instead of blocking them out? Further proof that I am just weird.)