A Smooth Ride
Joy is found not in finishing an activity but in doing it.
The journey is going well so far - both the cross-country drive and the lace knitting. (Bill says "hi," although he refused to pose with the lace today. He did, however, learn the definition of knitted lace/lace knitting. We're making progress.)
Pennsylvania. Started the shawl (although barely - see the photographic evidence of the state line above). Maryland and West Virginia (oh so briefly). Virginia. Tennessee (definitely not brief). Mississippi (now I've been to 49 of the 50 US states). Louisiana. And now Texas. Everything is bigger in Texas. Including my shawl. The last photo I took, however, was in Mississippi (I think). Let this be a representative photo of all the national parks and battlefields we've visited.* If you don't have one yet, go get a National Parks Pass. How else can you pose your knitting with battle regiment markers?
I have really gotten into the rhythm of the pattern. It's fun. Easy, but not boring. And gorgeous. It has these fabulously well-defined lines of decreases that make shapes. Shapes. It's enormously entertaining. Enormously. And the Zephyr. . . let's just say it's a close call as to whether Felix or the Zephyr is smoother.
*For the curious, Skyline Drive/Shenendoah NB, Andrew Johnson Birthplace NHS, Great Smoky Mountains NP, Shiloh NB, Natchez Trace Parkway, Vicksburg NHS/NB, with many more to come. Have you seen how many National Parks are in New Mexico?