Blocked at 1:30 a.m. Saturday morning. Worn at 3 p.m.
Joe is right--there's nothing like knitting drama. And T-pins in the hotel carpet and plenty of Ramada towels.
I've been too tired to write, what with an almost 10-hour drive home Sunday through the unbelievable mess that is the metro DC area right now. And my daughter Jenn and boyfriend Norm had it even worse. They left at 4:30 Sunday afternoon and did not make it back to Jersey until 9 yesterday morning.
But the weather held up for the nuptials.
Here's one more picture of the shawl hanging over the four-poster at The Cedars--a fabulous B&B in Williamsburg.
You might notice that I only got 42 of the 104 edging rounds. In my book, that's not finishing the project. But the bride was happy and it got many compliments in the 90+ degree heat. I told her to take it off after the wedding ceremony. She did.
And although Liz forgot to pack her "special" shoes and had to wear flipflops under her dress, everything went off as planned.
Here are the Sisty Uglers. My girls. Two different coins but both pretty shiny.
And die ganze Familie.
From left: Leslie, Ken and Judy Snider, Liz, Mike, Corinne, Ma and Jenn
And I'm tired and glad to be home.
But most of all, my one thought was: I wish Corinne's dad had been there.
I think he was hiding under the gazebo's eaves. She done did good, Jimmy.
My rare and handy girl.
Back to fiber shit this weekend. And now to bed.
Addendum: The Cedars just put up all the wedding pictures so if you really want to swear off the Ambien, try this.