The weather is perfect. Low humidity, sunny, mid-eighties. Ripe peaches and farm-fresh sweet corn. This is the best weekend of the summer.
Hiked through the woods.
Went into a stream.
Had a picnic lunch at the park.
We also managed to pet a chicken named Marcus, but I didn’t get a picture of that.
I’m a practical girl. No make-up, no frills. It comes from the engineer in me. If it works, there’s no need to make it pretty. So when I needed to place markers for stitches in my work, I used the plain plastic stitch markers. Nothing fancy, worked just fine and if I lost them, no big deal.
A few months ago, Hattie gave me my first set of beaded stitch markers. They looked so nice as I turned them around in my palm, the light scattering off the surface. I had looked at stitch markers before and I never thought about buying them, I had a perfectly good system worked out already.
But now that I’ve knit a few projects using the beaded markers, I don’t think I can go back to plain plastic. Every time I reach one of the beaded markers, I smile to myself and then slip it off the left needle and put it onto the right one. Then I shake it all a little bit and my jewelry wearing project seems to be happy.