The Persian Ulmus is done, in spite of me. I mean, how hard can it be to simply slog on until it is time to add the lace border? Not at all…unless you slog way past the point. I thought this was being one of those instances when you knit and knit and the thing just doesn’t seem to grow. Finally, I counted stitches and found out I was way over. Much frogging, then tinking, and the edge was picked up without incident. We’ll not speak of this again, I think.
The weatherman was forecasting a day of rain yesterday, a spin-off from Florida’s tropical storm. Early in the morning I hustled the Persian off the blocking board, and began considering sun spots for a photo shoot. They were taken! The Meezer Ulmus was photographed in the apricot wing chair, but now Minky was napping there, with her head on my “If I’m sitting, I’m knitting” pillow. Torrie was in the cat seat, just beyond the keeping room table. I took the camera to DH’s office to show him our cuties, and when I returned to the keeping room, Torrie had piled in with Minky. There was nothing to do but wash her – what Minky does best. (I just love how Minky always washes with her eyes closed.)
I got the message, “meezers rule”! No meezer was thrown out of their chosen nap spot during the taking of these photos. The Persian simply spread its wings over the table to be admired by all. It has a more subtle beauty than the high contrast of the Meezer Ulmus. Different moods for different days, eh?