See how badly you are kicking my ass? Not that we're racing or anything, but still. This is where I was on Tuesday, after a complete rip-out and re-knit last week. Don't ask, just know that one should not knit lace when one is so tired that one might fall asleep mid-stitch, putting one's entire lace shawl at risk. Lessons for life.
But just look at the pretty yarn.....
Pattern: Miriam's Icarus shawl. IK Summer 2006.
Yarn: Misti Alpaca in Maize (Why they are calling this Maize, I'll never understand. This color looks no more like an ear of corn than does...say...my red hair. What it SHOULD be called is key lime, but whatever rocks their boat. The picture on the web page is actually a pretty good color representation.)
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Remember these? Best damned $5 EVAH. Can't.Stop.Wearing.These. Even when maybe I shouldn't. Like, possibly this day - with olive green socks and red pants. (Hush up Elisa, I can HEAR you rolling your eyes at this.)
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For Kristen:
Leon said to tell you that he misses you and that you should come for a visit the next time you're in the neighborhood. He would have had me post a picture of the back-flip-belly-exposing-cute-you-to-death pose, but he din't think the rest of us could handle it. 
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For Mick:
I can't compete with your giant yard, but I CAN design a cute mini-cottage garden, if I do say so myself. Now if only I could figure out what to put in the back....
Sadly, no cockle shells. Just cocoa shells.
