A calm had settled across the sylvan backyard. Mom was gone. The hummingbirds were abuzz. The kids next door, and their yippy dog, were quiet. Things were tranquil in The Baron’s domain. And then — disaster.
A greedy invader penetrated the relaxed borders of the garden, and crept under cover of darkness toward the inner-sanctum of the patio. There, under the cozy shade of the patio awning, an unsuspecting barrel of blythe, innocent goldfish swam happily in dreams of flaky kelp. Sadly, their lazy slumbers beneath the gentle plink and splash of their fountain were illuminated by a set of solar-powered lamps. Each swish and flip of fins stood out against the black night as the approaching creature crept toward them.
There might have been a splash, a struggle, there might have been silent fish-cries, or perhaps the attack was deadly silent. All we really know was what we saw in the aftermath: A few smudges of dirt on the side of the barrel, a few paw-prints in the nearby flowerbed, and a cadre of dead soldiers floating listless at the bottom of the dirty water. And the attacker? A coon, or maybe a possum, or possibly even a neighborhood cat — all we know is that something got in to The Barron’s barrel of fish, with disastrous consequences.
So far there are only a few survivors, and we’ve relocated them inside, to the safety of the kitchen tank. The Baron has already cleaned out the barrel and re-stocked it with goldfish. He also added a few upended flower-pots, providing dark nooks where the fish could hide in the case of a future attack. But the ill-effects of the carnage lingered on, laying The Baron out for the weekend — I spent most of Sunday cuddled up on the couch with him, making him toast and changing the ice-packs on his poor fevered brow.
The upside of all this? Lots of knitting time. So much time, in fact, that I was able to power through almost all of the third repeat of chart two on my Frost Flowers & Leaves shawl. Now that I’ve worked out my plan of attack for the shawl, it just seems to be flying through my fingers. The pattern, while not totally memorized, is hypnotic enough that I can blow through a row in almost a half-hour. Mercifully, chart two is not that long, so progress feels immediate and substantial. I’m hesitant to post too many photos of lace-in-progress, since it usually looks like a mess of a rastafarian beanie, but here she is in all her silky-silver glory:
Not only did I make smashing progress on the shawl, I also made some time for my two-at-once toe-up socks. I finished the foot and turned both short-row heels. This is the first pair of socks I’ve ever made for myself. It’s only my 3.5th pair ever — the .5 is a single sock I made for adorable with pink striped Cascade Fixation and when it turned out to be way too small, I ended up ripping it out. I’m thinking I’ll work the above-the-ankle portions of the sock in 2×2 ribbing, just to keep things interesting. So far my favorite part is the trying-on . . . I’m pretty happy with the way the socks are turning out, and I like the way they are each a little bit different because of where the balls of yarn started. Please excuse the hairy ankles while you admire my socks:
And speaking of rogue hair, for my third and final fabulous trick, I managed a sucessful self-brow wax over the weekend. Once someone works out the shape, it’s actually pretty easy to slap some wax on there and keep things in order. I could not be a bigger fan of the Sally Hansen microwaveable brow wax. There are no strips, so once the wax cools on your face, you just dig your fingernail under there and rip-rip-rip away. I know it’s sick, but I love the whole process, even scrutinizing the wax afterward to see how well it worked. It’s even better than a pore strip. Ahh, the joy. Plus, now my uni-brow and worse, those ugly thick black stragglers are all gone! If you try it, I’d suggest doing a test strip on the back of your hand first — make sure you know how thickly to apply the wax so it doesn’t break apart too much on the peel-off. Be careful of clothes and carpets, because it can get a little messy, and don’t be afraid to pop the jar back in the microwave if it gets too sticky. Truly, aren’t brows the ultimate in crafting?