The Shawl that never ends...

Do you remember the Song That Never Ends?

Well I can't get it out of my head while knitting the 1400+ ruffle stitches in k1,p1 ribbing on this shawl. Only I'm singing the Shawl that never ends. The rows are tedious and I'm on a deadline, July 30th it must be finished, blocked and wrapped for the bridal shower.

In the meantime it's HOT as in 112F at 10 am this morning in the sun HOT :((. Patience is waning in the heat and humidity while trying to knit on the shawl that never ends.

Where's fall and winter when you need 'em?

Here comes the Sun

It's hot. It's humid. And I'm sweltering. This is one time Mr. Bettis and I are in agreement, it's too hot to resume our normal activities. For him it's barking at the wildlife and for me, it's knitting/scrapbooking/sewing. I'm trying to stay cool which is not an easy task, that's for certain. The central air conditioner is on the blink. Thank goodness for the pool.
In the meantime I'm doing some mindless knitting because I can't even think clearly in this heat.




How are you surviving the heat and humidity?

Grab Your Shades

Is it a bird? A plane? Nope. It's the sun!

I'm not a fan of spring or summer for various reasons. That's for another post but I must admit that I enjoyed the warmth of the sun on my face today.












The sky was a breath-taking blue and I could only admire the day. Birds were singing in the trees and Mr. Bettis was very busy running in and out all day long.










It's hard to imagine the several feet of snow that fell just a few short weeks ago. It is almost melted away now.
I love snow. I'll miss winter until we meet again next year.









I had an appointment and as usual I covered my entire knitting area in order to leave the house with a (false) sense of peace. Mr. Bettis finds it absolutely necessary to destroy something of mine almost everytime I leave the house.

I was only gone for 45 minutes but apparently that's enough time for him to find something to destroy.

The mail was on the table and I suppose it was too tempting. Not sure, maybe he thought it was addressed to him. Yeah, right. Don't think so. But at least it wasn't my yarn, books or the bag of potatoes.

The 7 Day Itch

Remember in the former posts that I was going to get in the pool and have a nice swim and I was going to use suntan lotion? I planned to only be in the pool for 1/2 hour so I didn't bother with the lotion. After all, I tan. I never get a sunburn. Times have changed.
I have sun poison. Not just a little sun poison but A LOT! I am miserable. I burn. I sting. I ITCH! I should mention this is on my upper body. I spend my time sitting in front of the fan. I lay wet towels on it, I have lathered with baby oil and aloe vera and nothing seems to be working. I have even resorted to a concoction of yogurt and cornstarch. I have cut up t-shirts to eliminate sleeves, necks etc. I am now digging in the DH's shirt drawer for over sized loose shirts. The necessary garment (br*) has been eliminated. Desperate measures are in order at the moment.
I finally decided to start something new to take my mind from myself (any excuse will do). I started a wool sweater.

Unfortunately the more I knitted on it the more I thought of the I Love Lucy show where she gets a serious burn and then models a wool outfit. Makes my skin crawl. So I put that wool knitting WIP aside and decided a nice crochet doily would make me happy. I am almost finished with this and then it needs blocked.
I have to wonder though, why does every crochet doily have those teeny weeny picots on the final and very lo-o-o-ong crochet round?







This morning I'm trying to enjoy the cool temps (another desperate measure with the sun poison). I glanced in the window and there was Miss Phoebe. I grabbed the camera. The only thing separating her from the little birdies is the window screen.




Mr. Bettis saw me with the camera. He jumped and carried on like a bad kid wanting his picture taken. I told him to "SIT". It took several times of me yelling the word "SIT" in order for him to actually obey. He cracks me up, I think his one eye is cross-eyed.
He received a treat because he actually sat when told. Yeah, I know it took several times to get him to sit but Mr. Bettis thinks life is a hoot!


p.s. A friend thought I should've been a bit more photogenic and post pictures of my new "designer clothing." LOL Not Happening!