Home again. Here are a few more pictures of vacation fun, though, just to keep me centered.
My lack of dolphin sightings was a theme on the vacation. Everyone but gimpy ol' me had seen them by the 2nd week, either on a boat outing or riding bikes on the beach, which I couldn't do. Too windy. It's hard enough on the bike paths with just one leg, and that's all I could use to pedal. To my credit, I got up to 4 miles round trip toward the end of our stay. I had to go hear the snapping shrimp again and that marsh was a good ways away from the house. Yay me. But I digress.
The whining got to Dear Husband, apparently, so he took me on a dolphin cruise. This pod was feeding at the inlet round back of the island. They'd push schools of fish up onto the beach and launch themselves onto the sand to eat the stranded fish. It's a feeding strategy that apparently started here on the Kiawah river, but is now common from Florida to North Carolina -- naturalists think that the Kiawah pods teach their young, the males of which go out into the ocean and disperse when they come of age. The behavior's been featured on a National Geographic show. Really cool, but hard to photograph.
This photo is kind of fuzzy, but if you look closely, you can see the baby dolphin's dorsal fin just behind his mother's. He was born in February. So cute. My vacation was complete.
There was, of course, shark fishing. These boys. No matter how much they are enjoying themselves, they do not smile broadly enough to show their braces...
Smile, dear daughter... She's a little more comfortable with the process this year. ; )
Along with us the second week were Blogless Janet and her family. Here, her Dear Son is getting pointers from our favorite Kiawah Island naturalist/dolphin spotter/shark fisherman John. How many scrapbooks do you think that guy's in? A lot, I bet.
But enough about relaxing. I've got finished knitting to show off.
Ta Da! (Many thanks to Photographer Deborah.) Celery re-worked. See how the collar lies flat now? Yay me. Needs blocking and while I've lost 23 lbs, when I see this picture, I realize I should lose 20 more. I'll get on that. Either that or I should crop more selectively...
That aside, did I tell you how much I love this sweater? The fit is good, the yarn is light, but wool so it'll work through multiple seasons. One downfall, I guess, is that the color is so distinctive that when I wear it all the freaking time, people will notice. Let 'em I say. I love this sweater.
Too bad I finished it right when the weather is about to turn hot. Oh, well... I'll have to go to the movies. Or somewhere where the air conditioning is cold. Definitely.
Pattern: Celery, size large
Yarn: Dyeabolical Bling Sparkly Sock, Annie colorway, 3.2 skeins.
Needles: Size 5 US
And the Cascade baby sweater is done. It'll be cuter when I actually sew the buttons on. So, technically not done, I guess.
This baby's born too, so I'll need to get on the stick. I should mail it before my surgery.
Pattern: Cascade, size 1 year
Yarn: Berroco Vintage, leafy green color, 1.2 skeins
Needles: size 7
This cutie took just a little more than a skein of yarn and 3 days to knit. So cute, so fast.
And finally, a WIP.
Rachel of Dyeabolical is doing sock blanks now. Except she calls them something else that I can't remember. (For the uninitiated, a blank is knit fabric that you dye and then unravel to knit something else. Really. The joy is in seeing how the dye job knits up in the new article. Geeky, but fun.)
She tossed this blank at me last night for a test knit. I suppose I committed to socks, I can't remember, but by the time I got home, I'd cast on for a long ruffled scarf. I'm not sure how it happened.
This blank is knit with two strands, so you knit socks two at a time or you do what I'm doing with a scarf which is alternate rows, 2 with each strand. Works for me.
I'm justifying my lack of sock-knitting to myself with the idea that lots of folks knit scarves with sock yarn and Rachel's customers would love to know how this stuff knits up in a long, thin, ruffled, kerchief-shaped scarf. Who's with me?