The jays and I have it down to an occasional dance: they land, I tell them Git, and they show off their beautiful wings and flight patterns.
Only, today I told one “No!” instead and it hesitated: You didn’t say Simon says!
Oh okay, and I gave it the obligatory proper Git while trying not to wreck the effect laughing. There you go, and it was off and away.
Knitting: I picked up a project that someone’s mom has been waiting for me to make for her daughter, and it’s a perfectly fine lace scarf–in sheared mink, fer cryin’ out loud–but I had put it down to pack for our trips and somehow just hadn’t been getting back to it again.
Sunday seemed a particularly good day for knitting for someone else.
Well then.
And so. I haven’t cast off yet, I haven’t blocked it yet to see if it needs more length to it or not (I don’t think so), but for now, I’m calling it essentially done.
And it is so soft. Featherweight. Remember that story in my book? Don’t let the jays near it.