It's midnight the night before the night-float stretch of pain, and I have a bunch of pictures in search of a post. Well, not a bunch, precisely. My craptastic camera was quite willing to take gorgeous photos in the Old-Hollywood lighting of Comrade's wedding venue...assuming you turn the flash off and have the hands of a neurosurgeon. Shall I mention my impatience with this utterly unpredictable action tremor? But if you don't mind the smudginess...
This was the dress I made for the wedding. Turns out Old Hollywood was a decent way to go.
This was one of the wedding presents in progress. Note the lack of chart by this time 'cause I've given up and started pulling it out of my head. Or other regions.
And this was the finished product. Crammed with much cursing into a standard picture frame. I fully expected to get a "Goddamn it, Comrade!" when this was opened. The fact that I haven't yet means that either they haven't opened it or it didn't get the reception I intended. Either way...?
And now I'm going to get back to my goal of finishing TARDIS shawl by the end of the night. If it kills me. I'm tired of 311-stitch rows, especially of purling. Why couldn't I pick up a normal hobby again? By the way, if you're in the same boat I am (the monotonous knitting, at least, if not the night schedule) and are a "Doctor Who" fan because of the awesome storytelling, check out Steven Moffat's other series "Sherlock." Season 2 available for viewing through June 19 on the PBS website, for those of you who, like me, live on the wrong side of the pond. Sheer brilliance. And I will never make a plug on a blog again. Promise. At least...not when I'm not in braaaaains mode. Ask the interns about braaaaains mode, aka me at 6AM at the end of a night shift. It really does happen. And you can go back to St. Louis Children's Hospital in 15 (?) days.
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