I don't know why I own a camera.

I don't know why I own a camera. I never think to use it until it's too late.

The Phildar yarn kept talking to me, but there was a problem. I think it was speaking French. I clearly didn't understand what it was saying to me.

I thought it wanted to be a summer tank top for Emily. So I spent a good part of Wednesday finding the stitch pattern I was looking for and swatching for gauge. Once I'd worked out the details, I cast on.

It definitely did not want to be a tank top for Em. I'd also forgotten that I don't really like to knit with cotton. Or with tape yarns. Tape yarns play havoc with my perfectionism. They twist and they don't sit neatly. And I spend a ridiculous amount of time trying to smooth them out again. So I did all this work, then got cranky and ripped it all out, and never took a single picture.

We shall not speak of the Phildar Phil Ruban again.

Yesterday, Ailsa and I went over to Cabramatta. Again, I should have had the camera. We had a great day! We walked up and down the main street, shopping for fabrics and poking around in all the shops. We had an absolutely delicious lunch at a Vietnamese restaurant. The Beef Noodle Soup was fantastic, and Ailsa had the Vietnamese pancake, which she assured me was also delicious. I'm imagining the way it all looked, but that doesn't help you much, does it?

Ailsa came over to pick up her share of these.

Blocking wires! We ordered them from Knitpicks, and Jill was kind enough to play courier for us, collecting them and mailing them on. (Boo hiss to Knitpicks for your international mailing policies!) Three sets, one for me, one for Ailsa and one for Lara. I get to deliver Lara's in person tomorrow.

Now I want to block something, so today, I got back to work on the stole. Em had a friend over, so I had a relatively peaceful day left to my own devices. I got 30 rows done on the stole, then disaster.

Can you see it? I have no idea what happened. I would've sworn that I followed the pattern exactly.

Does this make it easier?

Those stocking stitch patches are not supposed to be there. Thankfully, the frogging was uneventful, and all the stitches are back where they belong, just 10 rows back.

Bah!