You know those days...

...when people shock you with their love and understanding? When you head home expecting a huge fight and instead get love and cuddles and "I trust you?"

I love those days.

The short version of the story is that the birth control pills go into the trash, and I get to have my own personality back. No, I'm not going to start knitting tons of baby hats just yet...but my faith has been multiplied by the response to my dilemma. Yay.

I know, I know, you're here for the knitting.

Scheherazade is done. I haven't blocked it yet (how the heck do you block mohair and silk? Thoughts? This thing is longer than I am tall!), but I took it outside to get a picture. Thanks to Cameraman Robb for his help, I can't afford a tripod yet (having spent my raise on yarn).

This one is his favorite picture, so I'm putting it up. We'll just be clear that I don't think it's a flattering picture of me, or the shawl...



I much prefer this one:


But then, I've been known to read Jane Austen for fun. Just sayin'.

I'll have to make Robb sleep on the couch one afternoon and block this sucker on the bed.

And then, the item that has completely distracted me from all living things for three days now:


This is the Ribs and Lace Tank from the newest IK, and I'm knitting it out of RYC Classic Silk Aran on my brand-y new Denise Interchangeable set. If you look closely at the top, you can see one of the cables pressed into service as a stitch holder. I'll tell you how impressed I am with these needles tomorrow; today, let's just love the tanktop.

Ooo.

Ooo...

Ooo......

It's so pretty. And I love it. And it's pretty. And stuff.

And the world is good to me today.