However the addition of a codeine-based cough medication to the mix, sort of took a three day weekend and turned it into something of a montage. There is a series of images imprinted upon my addled brain that seems to indicate activity. But I have no real idea of such crucial things as "sequence" or "real time." It's all lost to the breezy, happy feeling brought about by prescription cough medicine. My weekend is now reduced to a slide show. Not unlike the 80's...
I know that I visited with The World's Greatest Stylist because I am now a blonde and I seem to recall that, on Friday, I had something of a punk rock, reverse-skunk thing going on with my hair. See how I pick up on those little clues? I'm a regular Sherlock Holmes!
I do believe that I had the beginnings of a shawl for a brief period there. But, then it went away. Now, on this snapshot of The Lost Weekend, I seem to have a bit more recall. It would be hard to forget coming to the row where you have to do a couple of yarnovers and stuff, knitting that row, tinking it and re-knitting it forty or fifty times. The shawl is comprised of only four repeating rows and two of those are the ones where you do some simple, fiddly little things in order to make the magic happen. And every bloody one of them was knit at least twice. Clearly, I was doing something wrong... It took me the better part of a day to catch on, but there was this one yarnover that was pretty forgettable. And forget it, I did. Many, many times. By last night, the constant tinking had resulted in a few dropped stitches. The next thing I knew, the Invisibility Shawl was invisible for real. Nothing remained but a few bitter memories and a desire for more cough syrup.
Suddenly, though, it is back. This shawl is, after all, from Charmed Knits and one should expect magical sorts of behavior from a Harry Potter inspired pattern. This time it is the smaller version so that any tinking will require less of a journey back to the starting point. But, as of this writing, things have gone more smoothly. At least I think it has. One can't really be sure what with all the fading in and out. But, I haven't found it lying in a yarn puddle across the room from my knitting spot during any of my more lucid moments and this is usually a pretty good sign.
I also seem to have a couple of new stitch markers. It seems that I became rather crafty whilst under the influence and fulfilled my need for a two slightly larger markers. They are really rather pretty. So much so that I even took a picture in order that the blogging world might also bask in their beauty.