As you may be able to tell from these photos, I have just finished the Magdalen scarf. If, by finished, you understand that means knitted and blocked. Weaving in those ends? Well, I didn't do that yet, and they're sort of hidden in these photos. I beg you to not look too close. Of course, now all that did was made you want to look for them!
This is like wearing a blanket around my neck, as my husband so eloquently put it when we went down to the beach together to take pictures of my knitwear a walk together. You may be able to glimpse a sweater I just finished, also. Seriously, the knitting is flying off the needles out here. I think it's because there's nothing you feel more like doing out in Denmark when its foggy and cold and gloomy and the days are so short, than knitting with a cup of tea nearby. I've found that to be true, at any rate.
Ben and I headed off to the grocery store together- that's the way our dates sometimes go; super romantic, huh?- and on the way we decided to drive down to the beach on one of the few opportunities we have remaining to us to do that. It was a flurried in and out look around and take some pictures type of trip, because it was windy and quite cold. But you can't argue with the view, or the light, or the picturesque rusted out old boat sitting by the shore. So much fun.
At the store we bought ingredients to make gumbo, my husband's absolute favorite food on the face of the earth. I'm not as crazy about it, possibly because it takes so long to cook and makes a humungous mess of the kitchen. However, he told me that all during the week he remembered the plan to make gumbo on Sunday and it brought a smile to his face. Pretty sweet. He and the kids did most of the work, with my just stepping in to make the roux, a task that makes or breaks a pot of gumbo. No one's cleaned up yet, though. I'm not sure on whose shoulders that task will fall to.
I'll show you the sweater I knit later this week. I don't know when I knit it. It just flew, without my even paying attention to what I was doing, and before you know it, the sweater was done.
