On August 26th, the day of Hurricane Irene, I took Kahlua for a walk on the beach to check out the waves and watch some friends surf in that madness. They were giddy like kids on Christmas, but having been completely knocked around the day before, I had no intentions of joining them in the water. That night turned out to be a memorable one for me, so I especially love this photo. What has developed since then has been a refreshing break from the usual.
GPOYW - It had been far too long since the last time I played with makeup and photoshop, so Sunday night I decided to have a little fun.
So much has changed; I don’t even know where to begin. So, here’s a picture of the beach at sunrise on Wednesday.
Words of wisdom on a bathroom wall in a bar in downtown Charleston. Nothing ever stays the same, and if you try to fight change, you’re only going to drive yourself crazy. Embrace it.
GPOYW - A photo actually taken on GPOYW, for GPOYW. I haven’t done that in a while. Like the earrings? They’re Stella & Dot.
It had been a really long time since I last did any knitting, so the other day I decided it was time to do something about that. Wanting a quick and easy project, I checked out Ravelry and opted for a mug and French press jacket pattern that had been sitting in my queue for more than a couple years, and I had plenty of left over stash yarn I could use.
I figured I would be able to finish it that night, but I was wrong. It hadn’t dawned on me how out of practice I was. My fingers aren’t as nimble as they used to be, and I had a very hard time keeping my concentration.
I’d say a good thirty percent of the time it took me to make the damn thing, if not more, was spent picking up dropped stitches, correcting backwards stitches, and undoing entire rows because I forgot I was working a row with smocking. Toward the end, though, it got easier. My fingers loosened up, and it became much easier to focus.
As much as I’d like to start another project today, I have way too many other things I need to take care of first, and I have a bad habit of losing track of time when knitting. It’s one of those activities that tends to put me in the zone, and hours can feel like minutes. Normally that’s a good thing when I have time to waste, but right now I don’t need to be procrastinating.
A friend of mine is pregnant, so more than likely I’ll make some cute little baby booties next. I’ve already found some really cute patterns.
Refrigerator haiku. All the other magnetic poetry on my fridge right now is either dirty or gibberish.
As I’ve recently mentioned, I miss spending time appreciating nature in my parents’ backyard. I took this picture while I was still staying there (probably two months ago), and there were actually two turtles before Kahlua scared the other one off. I’d really like to find a place with lots of wild animals within walking or bike riding distance, but I don’t think one exists. Maybe I’ll have to settle for a place with lots of squirrels.
Poor thing hasn’t seen a wave in years. Today, she got wet.
This was taken about a week or two ago while cruising around the Charleston Harbor on a friend’s boat one late afternoon. As much as I miss driving really fast and scaring tourists on the very old and narrow John C. Grace Bridge, built in 1929, the Arthur Ravenel Jr. Bridge makes a much better landmark for Charleston.
