Flowers mad (don't make them)
Decompression post-door has taken the form of frenetic lace shawl knitting. The problem with knitting a triangular shawl, I have found, is that the further along you get, the longer it takes to feel you are getting anywhere. Each row is now taking me five to ten minutes. But I am faithfully, mindlessly knitting. I have faith that it is actually bigger than it looks, I have faith that it will look less like a jumble when it is blocked, I have faith that it is much better knit on my rather too short cat glass knitting needles just because I so rarely get to use my own needles I really don't want to give in and switch to longer needles or circulars. Stitches squish. See:
More has been accomplished as well. Those spinning wheel parts Dave and I stained previously are now assembled into a small herd of Kiwis.
We bundled the five wheels into my car and delivered them to the Craft Center a half hour before the first spinning class. Hopefully the spinning teacher wasn't too nervous.
I was thinking of demonstrating a human figure and something with multiple parts to be attached...like an orchid. I met up with some friends to go to the Conservatory of Flowers in Golden Gate Park last weekend; there was a special show of carnivorous plants called "CHOMP." Who could resist?
First we couldn't resist the chocolate bacon bar at the counter of "Say Cheese" where we stopped for me to try Ayesha's favorite sandwich. We noticed it, thought about it, walked away and a block and a half later turned around and came back to claim it. It was delicious.
1 comment:
OH BOY!! You took a picture of the flying spaghetti monster plant!
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