I Swear I Took the Picture

Last Monday, after posting about the pending arrival of our new little, Joe and I headed off for a week of relaxation and sun in Mexico (or so we hoped for).

I figured since I was abandoning the blog, the Etsy Shop, and email in general for a whole week, I would have a great post planned when I got back.  It was to be called "The Anthology of a Scarf"  which would include a series of pictures.  Me knitting on the plane, on the beach, by the pool, etc.  I even thought that by then end of the week and all the down time, I would be able to have a second "Like a Lamb" wrap almost completely finished.

Hmm... how plans change.

Things started out just fine.  I took a picture while knitting on the plane.  I had about an inch completed and thought it would be a great intro to the series of pictures.

Then we got to Mexico.

Our first evening there featured a torrential downpour.  Water was leaking in hallways of our open- air resort.  There was almost no place to escape the dampness.

Next day- showers off and on, with a few planned activities to attend.  Then, about halfway through the day (keep in mind we haven't been here 24 hours yet), a slight tickle in my throat.

The next morning I awoke to a full range of fever, chills, aches, and an awful respiratory infection.   Later in the day we heard from my in-laws who were back home and diagnosed with Type A Influenza.  Yup, that fit the bill.

So, from here on out, between the storms and the sickness, not a lot was accomplished on the wrap.  I figured I would come home and share this dreadful story, along with the first picture of my knitting on the plane.  the post was then to be called "All I Have", in which I would explain that I only have one lousy picture for you.

So I sat at home, prepared to write, and opened my phone.

No picture.

Anywhere.

I know I took it.  I know I wasn't quite loopy yet when I took it.  Checked all individual apps- nada.

So now we all must settle for this- a whole week of knitting, sitting before you as I type this post.  What I thought would be 15-18 repeats is a measly 4.  It's just sad.  

And if you're thinking I may finish soon, you're probably wrong.  Free minutes are devoted to sleeping- I gotta kick this thing!

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