Pics!

As promised, some highlights of the weekend. Five pics for the connection-speed impaired.

First up, we have this gorgeous creation:

This is the back of her dress. Photos do not do it justice. Those are all embroidered flowers, along with strings of sparkly clear beads. The groom's tux vest and the flower girl's dress matched the lavender of the flowers, while the matron of honor and bridesmaid's dresses and the best man and groomsman's tux vests matched the green of the stems. The train was several feet long, and as Becki is barely over five feet tall, we had a lot of fun getting her dressed. It took five people to hold the dress and train up so she could dive under it. But, it was worth it:
She was so beautiful and happy. It's wonderful to see her and John together. The ceremony was actually very short (despite my crying when I saw her being walked down the aisle by her daddy and then the minister skipping the prayer right before my verses so I didn't have time to compose myself again, oh well), and the reception was a lot of fun. She and John had decided that they wanted real food that people would actually eat, so the meal was hamburgers, hot dogs, and grilled chicken, with corn and a fresh fruit mix. It was great. Their gift:
is still being worked on. I didn't have time today to work on it, as I had to babysit a new intern's first rehearsal this evening, but I should be able to work on it the rest of the week. Unless I can talk Cute Actor into going to see another show with me, of course...oh right, back to reality:
The Cloverleafs (Cloverleaves?) were finished on the flight home, as I said. They don't photograph particularly well at midnight. Or I just don't take very good pictures. Whichever. And, as the Yarn Harlot says, this is how long it takes to fly halfway from Chicago to Dallas, wait on a plane, fly from Dallas to Los Angeles, sprint through the airport (the distance to the gate you need is inversely porportional to the amount of time you have to get there in airports. Don't believe me? Try it next time your flight is delayed and you have less than five minutes to get to your connecting flight - the gate will be on the opposite end of the terminal, trust me!), fly from Los Angeles to Santa Maria, and sit through a four hour rehearsal for a show that isn't yours:
I'm still wondering about this whole heel flap and gusset thing. This is my first time with them. It seems strange to me, but I will grit my teeth and do it. Supposedly this traditional method doesn't have the slouchy problems that my beloved short row heels have, which will be nice. Again, though, there's this whole picking up stitches thing, and I keep reading things about knitters who misjudged how many stitches to pick up and ending up with holes in the heels. I don't want to be them. Oh, and the LL hasn't really been anything to write home about so far. It's nice, and the fabric being produced on the US 2's is probably my favorite sock fabric so far, but I can't say as I've been overly impressed with the yarn. I do love the color, though!