Patience

First, a garden photo of the lowly but stunning petunia after a rain:

Boy, I’ve had a hard time getting any knitting done recently. I did finish the back of the Surplice Lace Top and am now working my way up the front.

Cliff and I took three days off to move our daughter into her new apartment and help her deep clean her old one. And I’ve been out shopping for cabinets for our family room, which is currently gutted.

Cabinet shopping definitely ranks near the bottom on my list of favorite things to do with my time. Even the cheapest junky cabinets are expensive, and I’m blown away by the prices of mid-level cabinets.

We can’t walk in our living room because everything from the family room has been moved there in addition to the living room furniture.

When I have spare time, I work on the alb, which is a sewing project and not nearly as satisfying to me as knitting. I finally got the side seams sewn up—a major step because the entire garment comes together then.

And I tried the garment on and discovered that the trim I had chosen for the sleeves looks nice enough close up:

but from farther away it looks like rickrack:

Squint and you’ll see it. Ack!

This will not do. Yesterday I carefully took the trim off, having to remove not only the stitching but also a row of basting for each stripe, plus part of the sleeve seam. Aargh.

So I had to shop for another kind of trim yesterday, and also two buttons to hide the Velcro that I’ll be using to keep the alb in place in front. I visited four stores with fabric trims and wasn’t terribly happy with what they had but finally settled on one:

I also had another PET/CT scan last week as part of my regular cancer check-up. I’ll have my bloodwork done next week and will learn all the results the week after that, when I see my oncologist.

And so I remind myself to stay in the moment.