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And then I had to wait…

And do a little fixing…

I was all set to block my fabulous little shawlette on Thursday between cooking dishes for Thanksgiving on Thursday, when I discovered a major problem:

On the left a section of dark rainbow lace knit with a spot that looks oddly open, on the right a close up of the spot showing a dropped stitch unraveling down.

While binding off, I dropped a freaking stitch! I noticed it after weaving in the end of the yarn from the bind off, so I had to unpick my woven in yarn (ever hate that you did something really well?) and pull the bind off back to the spot. Luckily, it was near the end so not quite the horror show it could have been. Then I had to pick up my stitch, figure out what the lace was doing over the last 8 or 9 rows, and fix it. I’ve had worse repairs, but this was still pretty aggravating.

Then I had to finish the bind off again, and complete weaving in the ends.

Needless to say, that did not all get done on Thanksgiving. I only finished weaving in the last end today, and too late (on these short damp cold falls days) to soak and block it.

Also, this is totally my excuse for why no Thanksgiving post. Also, cooking a full meal for half a dozen people all by myself (TheEnabler had dish duty). I was particularly thankful that because it’s a US holiday and we’re in Germany, I could get lunch at the Mensa on campus and didn’t have to cook lunch too. Since being here, I’ve realized what a large portion on the Thanksgiving cooking madness is because if you’re hosting, you likely also have guests and for some odd reason people think they still get breakfast and lunch, and probably dinner the night before… and nobody gets that they should just stay far far away from the kitchen unless they are contributing directly to the Thanksgiving meal by being there. Also, since all our guests were German, my husband and I could decide which Thanksgiving dishes we care about and nobody can grouse about something not being just the way they like it.

p.s. giblets totally belong in the gravy and no, I won’t leave them out.

Birthdays

Today is also my mom’s birthday. Last year I screwed up and only had white wine around to remember her by. This year we’re well stocked on red thanks to our Thanksgiving guests, so we’ve cracked open a bottle.

A bottle of wine next to a glass partially filled with red wine. dark lace shawl in foreground and edges of various knit objects in background.

I think my mother would be pleased by the fluffy addition to the family in the form of our kitty this year. She loved our cats, and she and I shared a little white cat with an out-sized share of attitude who would go on walks around the neighborhood with us.

My mom, with short dark grey hair and a blue and white checked t-shirt, in a burgundy armchair. A grey cat sits across the top and she is holding a small white cat, clearly eager to jump out of her lap

My new kitty doesn’t have the same attitude (I’m not actually missing that) but she does have the same sense of adventure.

A semi-long haired black and white cat lounging on a pale turquoise ironing board.

Happy birthday mom.

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