So I came home from a crazy weekend to include celebrating the birthday of a friend at his choice, Harrah's on Friday night. Much fun, no winnings. Saturday was one of the last weddings of the year, looooooonnnnng day but good. Sunday was a full day in the park with family portraits and engagement sessions. Monday was spent unpacking gear and uploading and all sorts of other things and by the time Tuesday arrived I knew I was getting a cold. A good one. I could hear my dear Gramma saying "it's going to be a blue eyed dilly"! X*ycam purchased along with every flavor and variety of cold medicine I was ready to take it on. I think that voting on Tuesday afternoon was one of my last strong memories before I descended into Sick Soup.
I lost, and lost BIG.
Before I knew it, my valiant efforts at working through it kicked me in the butt on Wednesday night and I simply fell head down into the sheets not to arise until today. I'm still achy and sneezing with only one (or the other) nostril working simultaneously, looking tres chic as a haggard mouth-breather! I do consider it a victory that I can sit in front of the computer and do anything at all!
Late photos of the lovely knitterly girl in white from last weekend. She is one of those sweet rather old fashioned girls that gives the impression of a kinder and gentler time and I think her dress is quite "her".
It is sort of rare to have a non-strapless bride, and I always commend those who do not bow to fashion and strike out on their own when they have another vision in mind.
Her colors were Pear and Aubergine, which to be quite frank I was not entirely on board with until we arrived at the church for the first glimpse. They turned out to be stunning and every element of the wedding was both elegant and comforting.
The darling girl is holding the Ravenna Satchel (with quite a bit of the nasty danglers tucked up) in the way that only a non-knitter can!
I've made not much in the way of progress on it, when I could have been knitting this week I chose instead to snore and wheeze. Row 45, 15 to go and then what will be the endless and no doubt tedious tucking and weaving of all the squzzimillion pieces hanging from the back.
I think I'm heading back to the comfort of my sheets and the box of tissues that has in fact rubbed my nose to reddened bits. I'm hoping that with a bit more laying about I might be in good form to tackle the wedding tomorrow and another full day in the park on Sunday.
Hope YOU are feeling strong and wonderful. My advice is not to do as I did and blow off the flu shot because you are busy but to run out and get one! Right this very minute would be a grand idea!