With an enormous sigh of relief, I have finished the front piece of the sweater that never ends! Now a single, solitary, short sleeve stands between me and swatching for a new project. I like the purple sweater, don’t get me wrong, but I have been working it on it since ALL MY LIFE and I am ready for a change.

We are in Mary Esther until Saturday. M, the dog and I had a lovely boat ride this afternoon and an even lovelier sunset this evening. Pink everywhere. Agatha Christie on tape, a finished purple front and pizza for dinner. Does it get any better?

Great Gran finished her Cherry Tree Hill socks in the car on the way down and I did the toes. Great Gran does NOT graft. She is perfectly capable of finishing her own socks, she just hates it. I figure if she could seam all of Gran-mother’s sweaters for her (my great grandmother did NOT seam), I can graft a few toes for Great Gran. That is how Knitting Karma works.