Up a Creek in Lower Slower Delaware

I hate days like this.  We walked down the road past the horse farm and followed the path to the river.  It was perfectly still.  The sky was gray.  The river was gray.  And very quiet.  It was eerie.  Even the dog was subdued.  I stood at the water’s edge and looked down the river.  Any second now an enormous whale will fly out of the water.  Yeah.  Right. Like that’s going to happen.  It was an exciting thought.  I walked home thinking I should wash the kitchen floor.  When the Christmas crap is put away, I usually go into cleaning mode.  It hasn’t happened yet.  I seem to be in more of a sewing mode, but I’m not quite there yet.  When I got home, I put away fabric and turned on the iron.  I ironed some of the facings to interfacing and then realized I needed to sew some together before ironing.  I looked at my sewing cabinet.  Neither machine was set up and where in the hell was my little wall lamp?   It must be time to get out the knitting.  I started an entrelac scarf.  What do you think?

I always use a circular needle for entrelac. The added flexibility really helps.  I may change to bigger needles.  I got bored with it and tried out some sock yarn.   It doesn’t do anything for me either.  But, it makes for a good sample.

Excuse me.  I’ve got to go let a cat out of the basement.