Row, row, row, you’re ‘boat past that point

I got a letter yesterday with photos: Sarah had taken the scarf I’d knitted her to the studio of a sculptor in Houston, a place next to the freeways that the locals have dubbed “Mt. Rushhour.” She wanted me to see Abe Lincoln, Jack Kennedy, and Ringo Starr (squint near the bottom on that one) decorated with her scarf.  Abe really needs to do something about that twitch.

I laughed myself breathless at Laura’s comment yesterday, then decided I really did have to get pharaohly well past that ripping point. I took it to the knitting group at my LYS last night, Purlescence, and as soon as I pulled those reds out of my bag, I got this “Oooooh… Niiice!” from several people. Nothing like a little pier pressure (thank you, Niki!) So, on that note, I did get that shawl finally beyond the point of constant return.

Meantime, here’s Chloe, one of the LYSO’s, with her Kathy shawl, draped skirt style.