Well this weekend I did not get anything actually finished. I did not even touch knitting that much. I did get time to ride my bike. In fact I got lost on Sunday night. Not a I have no idea where I am and am unable to possibly get home lost, but a wow I added about 2 more miles to my route. I just went the wrong way because the map in my head was upside down. I say the map in my head because last night Nick said he looked out how to get from one place to another and had a map in his head, and it worked. I was a little jealous since my ability to get lost is noteworthy only in the way that I have accepted that it is more likely than not to occur. But to redeem myself I could figure out the tip without using the function on the phone. So I’m going to say I think Nick and I came out even on that one on the score sheet in my head.
But in my bike riding I did manage to buy this. Why you might ask, because I have someone been sucked into learning to spin. By sucked in I mean Ashley has offered to show some of us and I have given into my curiosity. But you must admit this is better than the terrifying interest in weaving that I found inside of me a week or so ago. It’s all because of tartans! Okay I must move on for fear of actually making a commitment in my mind if I keep pondering the possibility (toddler kilt).
I also spent some time this weekend fighting with the blouse I thought would be a two day project. Yeah a two day project if I did not decide to alter it, almost throw away the buttonhole guide causing an unplanned haitus, and conveniently forgotten my lack of mastery over sleeves.