Today was bookended by magnificent skies.
A glorious red and pink sunrise that had faded to naught by the time I hauled myself out of bed and reached for my camera.
Tonight as I was driving to collect Son #1 from a friend’s house and stopped to get petrol, milk and butter, the clouds were gold rimmed and racing across the pale evening sky. My shawl flapped across my face as I fought to get the nozzle into the petrol pump. My camera was at home.
So you get knitting pictures.
This was cast on during lunch on Friday; a wonderful lunch with some good friends which was followed by a trip to the most glorious shop in the country.
We ate, laughed, knitted, snuggled babies and talked about everything but the kitchen sink, and the next day the dishcloth was off the needles and in service.
In the kitchen sink.