This weekend was warm.
Cut offs warm – sitting bayside in the sun, feet propped high chatting with my sisters while a dozen sailboats float like dandelion fluff on the water. Two little Key West Doves cooing under my feet on the rocky shore. 7 kayaks paddling fiercely against the tide not even a stone’s throw offshore. Coming home for the first game, digging around looking for my circular 8s, pulling out straight 9s instead. Working a swatch with doors and windows wide open. Sun dappling through the gumbo-limbo while itty-bitty Palm Warblers flit between the hibiscus and the banana tree flipping their tails coquettishly at me when I step into the Florida Room. Chilled white wine for me, spiced Golden Monkey for Hal (like kissing &*%# potpourri). I now have 5 strong and sensual, golden and sparkling ales to savor.
My swatch is 1/2″ too big. Where are my circular 8s??? Does anybody remember what I was last knitting on them?