Diane and I started a peacock lace shawl class tonight, and it looks like it's going to be a good one. This level (advanced) of lace knitting is a challenge in both skill and endurance, but I find the work to be very satisfying. (That's my progress from class on the right, and the sample from the designer below.)
I'm going to knitting camp this weekend - Thursday to Sunday. I'm taking a couple other projects, but after class tonight, I decided the lace shawl is going to get some play.
Over this past weekend, I got as close to buying a condo as I ever have. I haven't really been looking of late, and in fact had decided to target my search for next summer, but my realtor sent me a listing for a loft that was available on a short sale and had accordingly dropped in price $125,000 since Labor Day. (A real-life example of someone who got in way too deep.) I saw it on Friday, took my siblings back to see it Saturday morning, and by Saturday afternoon, my realtor was writing up my offer. Unfortunately, someone beat me to the punch, outbidding me both in price and escrow duration before my offer even hit the table. It's taken me a few days to get over it, but the sting is little less acute today. It was fucking amazing. Okay, I might not be 100 percent over it yet, because I was going to write a little bit more about it, but I'm feeling like I can't go there yet. I can't yet quite describe the 950 square feet of open floor plan with gorgeous hardwood floors, poured concrete counters in the renovated kitchen, exposed ceilings, two full bathrooms featuring a claw-foot tub in one, expansive 8th floor city views in the historic building in the perfect neighborhood. Shit, my heart is breaking again. Enough. I absolutely cannot post the pictures I took. Hell, I can't even look at them.
Instead, here are my spoiled little babies. The girls were sharing that ugly blue fleece blanket when Alfie decided to get in between them. It was a lazy day, so no one budged and no one cared. Phoebe is on the left, Cleo on the right.