Something Different!

Remember this?

Kim's Kashmir in Forever in Blue Jeans?

Well, I've been knitting various makers' sock yarns for a couple of months, a round or two at a time, what with the other demands on my time, and suddenly tonight, as the Bernina again fell silent for a couple of days, and everything that can be packed in the car for setup tomorrow night is packed, and the fabrics are stowed in the rolling case, and the bags and such are ready to head out on Saturday morning to NoSoKnit Roanoke...Well? I wanted something to knit as long as it WASN'T socks.

My eyes fell on this:

Yes, it's Brandywine Shawl. I only managed 2 rows, but what heaven it was to knit lace, to look at the chart, to count and pass slipped stitches over, and purl (!).

With socks, especially my plain vanilla ones which require virtually no thought, it's all stocking stitch (in the form of garter in the round) all the time. And that's great when there are other things commanding my attention.

But oh, letting all the *stuff* of life (and there's been much, lemme tell ya!) go as I focus on the lace?

Nirvana.
(I missed yoga this week to focus on the show, so Nirvana was necessary!)

Of course, it didn't last long. I got a rude awakening:

Do those look like webbed feet? No? Well, they're wet enough to be.

The Tonk, we're almost convinced, was only given water as a tyke in a flimsy bowl that must have been tippy. Even tho' his water now arrives, fresh twice a day, in a heavy crockery bowl, he finds it imperative to stand knee-deep in the bowl to hold it steady. He finds it immensely amusing to fling the water from his paws onto my ankles...to skitter across every single piece of furniture and hardwood floor in his dripping paws.

My Little Duck. *heart*