We were away from home for a week, so we haven't spent much time in creative pursuits. I did write a poem—about as creative as I've been in the last little bit—but that's hard to show in a photograph, don't you think?
I brought Julia's shawl with me to my grandmother's, but I didn't knit very much on it. We traveled mostly at night, both ways, and there really wasn't time to knit while we were there. Neverthelesss, I am about 23 rows into the 34-row lace chart, and then I have just 10 rows of the other chart, and then I'll bind off. No danger of this not being done in time for her birthday unless I run into some other unexpected problem (at which point I may just give it up entirely as not meant to be).
I did, on the other hand, get a lot of reading done in the last week or so. I finished I Couldn't Love You More, and my brother read Gone Girl at my grandmother's house and then passed it on to me; I started it the other day and finished in the wee hours of Tuesday morning when I couldn't sleep. It was fantastic, if really, really creepy. Now I'm re-reading Breakfast of Champions, an old favorite I found in a box of books in the attic a few weeks ago. At bedtime, we're almost finished with Peter Pan.
I'm so grateful for the comments and notes on yesterday's entry with kind words and thoughts. They are so greatly appreciated. xo