Maurice turned 42 this weekend, and he wanted to hit the beaches of Orange County to celebrate. We made our way via train, bus, and another train to the St. Regis Resort on Monarch Beach, which is in/near Dana Point. VERY nice. Nice weather, nice beach, nice place, nice pool, etc...
This is the view from our room. Not a bad way to spend a weekend.
I tried to knit during the train trip. I honestly did. I was being ambitious and thought I could start my lace project. I copied the pattern, put it in a nice little page protector, took stitch markers to make it all neat and keep track of my place, and it was all supposed to be great. Except, lace is HARD! The knitting was not hard, just a bunch of yarn overs and k2togs, etc. Keeping track of where I was was hard. Not ending up with more or less stitches that I was supposed to was hard.
Then the pattern did this weird zig zag thing with the pattern repeat, and after consulting Maurice and Alex, who were no help whatsoever but were basically my only option, I sort of figured it out on my own. Did I mention there was a knit 7 together in this thing? Yes, I really said seven. I stressed, but I got that part. Then at the end of the row of 115 stitches with 8 k7tog clusters, I ended up to too many stitches left over. SO I HAD TO TAKE IT OUT! (Just that row) At that point, I decided I would have better luck in the privacy of my own home.
So I listened to some knitting podcasts I had downloaded on my ipod. I listened to lime and violet and CastOn. Talk about totally different, yet both got me through the Grapevine on a bus. Thank God listening to knitting is almost as satisfying as doing it. Better, I believe, than screwing it up, too. Here is my knitting enjoying the sea breeze on the balcony of my room.