Knitting on the Road

 We recently drove out to Montana for a family spring-break trip that took us 19 hours one way.  There was plenty of time to get the fiber fun-bag out and work a bit on my zig-zaggy blanket.  I can almost do this blanket with my eyes closed.  19 hours of crochet will do this to a person.

We spent the first part of our vaca at the local ski-bum hill.  They were having the end-of-the-year party, so we stayed after for the festivities which included a pond-skim competition.  I've seen this on tv, but never in person.  I could not believe the courage of these people.  Really.  They don't heat that water and it's about 3 1/2 feet deep.  This was the youngest competitor.

 This was the most graceful contestant.  I'd like to think that's what I'd look like.

The rest of the week was spent hunkered down at the cabin reading, crocheting, watching the boys prep for their little fishing excursions on the local rivers.

 Here are a couple of flies.  Teeny tiny.  They managed to catch a few fish on those little buggers.

I went to town and found this little sign hanging in a local cafe.  I don't know who said it, but it's good words to live by, don't you think?

The agony of guilt.

Those labs just can't control themselves.  It's genetic, I swear!

I'm being swallowed by a boa constrictor. . .

I'm being swallowed by a by a big huge mother of an afghan, that's for certain.  I was dragging this cute little project around with me while I attended my duties as a mother - piano lessons, sporting events, etc. etc. etc.   

But recently, after two grueling 19 hour drives to Montana and back, the thing has begun to get a bit unwieldy.  Its proportions are not fitting into my little day bag.  I'm having to roll it up into a tube shape that's the size of a toddler.  But I continue on.  I'm not sold on all the colors I chose, but there is no turning back now.  It's still King sized and there it stays.

I'm going to have to choose a new project to be my 'mom's waiting in the parking lot' bit.  Something smaller, like a pair of socks.  I'm getting an itch to hold my knitting needles once again.