So, we had a great time cottaging (which is called pretty much camping down here) this weekend. Knitting, drinking, laughing and so much fun. I'm still liking all the people, and nobody got hurt (besides me pouring hot apple cider down my thumb, and a lot of crying around the camp fire because of the smoke).
We decided to do a group project of "My So Called Scarf". Of course you could work on whatever the heck you wanted, but hey, I stuck to the plan because I'm monogamous like that. So I finished this am when we were waking up. On Friday night when I cast on, I renamed it My So Called FUCKING Scarf, as the pattern is kind of hard to get down. Not really hard, but frustrating when you are tired, and even worse if you want to fix some screw up. The word FUCK was used a lot by us all (or in other not so offensive forms) during at least the first 10 rows.
But here he is in his 60" glory. It did block a bit longer in the end, so I don't feel so bad. Made on size 11s with Cherry Tree Hill Zebra Caribe. Lets just say I'm glad I'm out of this yarn. Blah.
And did I mention it is my Birthday on Wednesday? Woo! The girls were kickass and got me gifties!!
A kickass tote bag (on the bottom) from Kathy, Hempathy in a burgandy colour (my colour lately) from Kara, Berroco Comfort from Kim (I need more of this, yum!) and ultra cool scrapbooking craftiness and such from Mindy (not really a good description, er, whatever).
Yay for birthdays, great friends to hang out with and fun weekends.