Chatty Cathy
That's me, blethering up a storm. Or not. Shoosh. Look that way.
I'm sorry, I started watching Lost, and it is eating my brain...I called a good friend on Monday afternoon, and said "If I go home with Lucy, I'm going to watch another four hours of Lost. It's not that I don't want to watch another four hours of Lost, but I don't think I should."
In exciting news, though, my wedding shawl has started it's tenth and final full repeat. (I'm making this shawl (ravelry link), only with beads in place of the nups) After this last repeat, I still have another half repeat, and then it's knit edging on almost 400 stitches, ugh. And a quick game of "do I have enough beads to add some to the edging?" And then I will be done with two of the three wedding shawls I need to knit.
The DIY aspect of this wedding is starting to ramp up...I'm going to make my cake topper, favors, the bridesmaids' gifts (hence all the shawl knitting)... probably a shrug for Lucy, probably out of left-over zephyr... I want to put together a wedding scrapbook instead of a signature book, so that people get a scrapbook page and they can write things, paste in things, so forth...I think that will be much more awesome than just a list of the people in attendance that I'll never look at...I have to find cake-cutting utensils...win my argument to get married barefoot (why pay for shoes when I'll be trying to sneak out of them asap anyway? I already made mom pay for a tiara...)...
My brain is scattered. :)
Sounds like a good time to rewrite a pattern to fit the gauge I'm getting, don't you think?
2 comments:
I got married in those stretchy ballet-practice shoes. I think they cost me all of about $25. The dress was long, and so was the day - it worked out perfectly. Even if I did look like I had left the house in my Isotoners.
But ONLY if you saw under my dress! and since we didn't do that ridiculous garter thing (uh oh....are you doing that?) it was a moot point.
I'm looking that way, hoping for more posts to miraculously appear. Hasn't worked yet, but I'm holding out hope.
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