Wedding, Washcloths, and Giggles

As I was settling in to write a blog post today, I noticed my last post was quite some time ago (20 days to be exact). There's been a lot going on and as fall is settling into the air, hopefully things will settle down just a wee bit. This last weekend a dear friend got married (the one I knit the shawl for). She's amazing. Her new husband is amazing. They're amazing together. Pretty amazing all the way around, really.

I snapped a quick phone pic of the wedding location as soon as I arrived at The Brillion Nature Center. Pretty, right?

It was a beautiful day and the wedding was as amazing and unique as the happy couple. I can't wait to sort through photos on the camera.

The wedding was on Saturday so hubby took on the role of Mr. Firefly at Firefly Fibers for the day. The ceremony was out of town and close to my sister-in-law, so I stayed with her the night before and Mike met me at the reception after closing the shop. It was a grand time - thank you so much to my husband for helping out so I could be at the wedding and my sister-in-law for the slumber party.

In my typical style, I couldn't handle taking only a store bought gift to the wedding (obviously knitting a lace shawl for the bride wasn't sufficient in my mind - photos of that are coming soon), so I quickly cast on some washcloths last week to include in our gift. It was a close call with weaving in the ends on the morning of the wedding. I hope they love them - I know I do.

Pattern: New Log Cabin Washcloths by Purl Soho

Yarn: Skinny Cotton by Blue Sky Alpacas

Raveled: Wedding Log Cabin Washcloths

Two funny things from my time knitting these washcloths:

  • I am a hopeless blocker. I block everything. It may be an illness. Obviously there wasn't time for a full washing and drying and I was without an iron the morning of the wedding, but there was a spray bottle and a flat iron for straightening hair. What was suggested as what I believe was a joke, worked marvelously. Take that MacGyver!
  • Then, the night before the wedding at my slumber party, I was clicking away with my lovely company and this happened:

The cat failed at catching the annoying fly (not for lack of trying) and my glass of wine succeeded. Trying to snap a picture while giggling like mad as 'Isn't it Ironic' ran through my head was challenging. Actually, I'm still giggling and I hope you are, too.