Brian put up the crown molding today. Now we just need the window framing completed then it's on to Ashley's bedroom next. It's smaller and should go much faster.
The walls really are a tan color, but for some reason, the camera makes them look green.
I won't post anymore boring pictures of this room.








Assembly and finishing have always been my weakest parts of knitting. And although knitting the Fair Isle was very relaxing trying to put this one together is proving disasterous. Following another knitter's suggestions regarding a crocheted vs. a machine sewn steek were not beneficial. I detest sewing machines and hoped that this technique would work. However, it started unraveling during picking up stitches for ribbing. Yikes! At this point I dragged out the sewing machine a attempted some reinforcing. Hopefully it can be salvaged and be ready for the mail no later than Wednesday morning.




And finally, trying to settle on the next project has been narrowed down to the following options:
a. A Trellis lace shawl from a pattern featured in Interweave Knits, done in Knitpick's Shimmer pictured here on the far left (a gift from my wonderful SP7, Cindy
b. Embossed Leaves socks in A Piece of Vermont's Granny Smith (also from Cindy)
c. Jaywalker's socks in the Keohinoni colorway, fresh from Mama E's yarns (pictured center, front)
d. a sweater using one or both shades of my Debbie Bliss Baby Cashmerino. As of yet, the perfect pattern for this last yarn hasn't appeared.

And then there is that spinning that I'm dying to try.

My hair is falling out. I can see my scalp now and it's really freaky and even depressing at times. I've been wondering what in the hell is happening. Anyway, last night I read some posts by people who also take Copaxone injections for M.S. and some of them are having similar hair issues. This isn't an "official" side effect of the drug and Teva, the makers of Copaxone, say that there just has to be some other reason, like stress or genes to cause this. Maybe they're afraid people will stop. Personally, I'd rather take the shots and skip through the park with my kids bald than I would sit there all covered with hair just watching them from the sidelines.

So on that note, it's off for my shot and then on to dreaming about yarn, fiber, patterns, sheep and all that good stuff. Cheerio!