When we left off I was experiencing steamy fantasies of the Pink Smeg washer with the sink. I had three hours before dark to complete mowing a massive amount of lawn and finish this Haruni shawl, designed by Emily Ross. I managed to finish most of the lawn (see below, pride forces me to record the rare times I actually pull something off) and several episodes of MI-5 helped me finish the shawl which is ready to be given to Junior's teacher this morning. She is retiring and a beloved teacher, which calls for a special present.
To say nothing of successfully prepared canned chili and nachos in the oven (see? no Spam!) eaten around the table while laughing about stupid things, like daddy having kittens when he sees the painted living room. When the shawl was done, it looked like a dishrag from K-mart, despite being made of beautiful organic merino wool from Swans Island in Maine. It's all in the blocking, if this sort of thing interests you. Every single border loop needs to be pinned to the blocking boards so it opens up, and the shawl must be stretched out so the lace is visible.
The cat is also threatened because she reliably stands at the edge of whatever knitted piece is being blocked, looks at me with her FU Penguin face, and sharpens her claws a half centimeter away, daring me to stop her. Repeatedly. So far, she's never gone beyond the border of pins but I can only imagine if I had woken up to a shredded shawl this morning. Finally, I have to determine how to gift wrap the shawl since I have no wrapping paper. Junior suggested tinfoil and I'm inclined to agree. How fun to think you're opening brownies made by Junior (clearly suspect for anyone with a survival wish) only to find something entirely different. Smoke that, Martha Stewart.