flight

Flew east. Flew west. Home again now, processing the trip. 

I don't have a single stitch to show you.  But I'll borrow an idea from The Times We Are Living In and give you a listening link.

On my iPod on the trip:  Jill Andrews, Sinking Ship

Silver moonbeams

Mountain Man got hand-knitted socks on our camping trip. Me? I happily brought my new shawl out to the forest.  It was a stealth knit, so you haven't seen it yet.  Freshly blocked. Light as air.

It's just like my Sunburst shawl, except this time in a silvery-gray alpaca silk laceweight (details here on Ravelry).  Whenever I'm planning on writing a pattern, as I have been thinking I'd do with this shawl, I like to knit a second version. 

I don't know if it'll happen, this being crunch time for my dissertation and all.  But it's been good to have soothing alpaca-silk yarn on my needles. And it brought a much needed glow to my face during our trip to the forest.

Pine Forest

We drove a couple hours north. Out of the desert valley into the pine forests.  Climbed at Oak Creek Overlook. Beautiful basalt cliffs, looking down Oak Creek to Sedona.

I finished Mountain Man's socks (see details on Ravelry).  Bound off the cuffs. Sewed in the ends. Admired them against the pine forest.

The evening was cool, even chilly, with a blustery breeze. We lit a campfire. Poured a glass of wine.

Happy feet in the forest. 

And tomorrow I'll share my own woolly treat ...