Seeing as I’ll be buggering off soon (less than two weeks left in California), I thought I should get my white ass to the beach.
So I did, Sunday afternoon. I also took along my very white leg, and my sock.
And spent my time looking up at the pretty rolling waves,
and looking back down at my sock. (I had no idea my calves were so curvy!)
I saw actual clouds! But no rain.
I got all the way through the heel! Start to turn.
It was lovely, it was tranquil. My mind wandered. I experienced knitter’s Zen. I was one with the ocean! With my knitting! With the whole world!
Until I finished the heel, went to pick up the gusset stitches with the variegated strand, and saw this.
It is rare that words fail me. But I could only think of one.