I returned home late Monday night. Dorothy was right, “There is no place like home.”
Our son was ill and in the hospital. My daughter-in-law started a new job the day he was admitted which was a bit overwhelming. She just needed some moral support so I did what moms do and went to offer that needed support. Though our son said it wasn’t necessary for me to come, I think he was glad I was there. He is home now and recovering and that’s all good.
I think I ripped out as much as I knit on the second Shell Cottage sock. Well, not really but it felt that way to me. The stitch pattern is four rows and with things being so hectic, I “forgot” to tick off a row so I had an extra row that threw off the rhythm of the stitch pattern. Of course, I didn’t find it until 16 rows later… Perfectionist that I am, I had to fix it.
While I was in Arkansas, my daughter-in-law picked up some yarn for a blanket. It was nice to sit and knit with someone who speaks and understands the language of knitting.