On the Edge

So San Francisco has one edge that faces the Pacific -- the edge of the whole continent, in fact. Recent tide action has revealed some of a clipper ship that ran aground in 1878. So I took three of the Things out there with their cousins to see the ship. We hoped it would look like this:


But instead it was like this:


The kids had more fun sliding down the dunes, but I thought the prow alone was pretty neat. he beach was ridiculously cold, though. Not my idea of a fun time. Give me the bay beaches any day.

Yesterday's spinning lesson was on plying. I'm still not thrilled with the results, but I dutifully plied. I'm still working on setting up my Traditional, and I'm looking forward to learning on that. Spinning is cutting into my knitting time at home (always in short supply anyhow). I don't know how I'm going to get anything done, let alone the sweater I'm two months behind on.


But I did, while out of the house, get this much done on an edging for the green raglan. I have doubts about the fit, doubts about the suitability of this as an edging, but it's not my call at this point. My duty is to knit on, and on, on the edge and beyond.