Mostly when you’re busy. It’s funny. That little vacation I’ve been talking about for a month now? I think I might need a vacation to recover from my vacation. Man.
Let’s see. Where we left off last time I was lamenting my own laziness. In my defense, keeping up with an almost-4yr-old is tough. Especially when she’s super-duper excited to be visiting her relatives and doesn’t want to sleep or sit down for five minutes together. Seriously. I made a movie. In 15 minutes she didn’t sit down once. I wish I had that kind of energy.
Anyway. Remember that Ishbel I knit for T? Well, it fit her perfectly and looked stinking adorable, but could I get her to hold still and pose?
Oh, heck, no. She thought it was the funniest darn thing in the world to squirm or even hide the shawl…
Whenever Alexa or I tried to take a picture of her in it. Little squirt. I’ll get a photo… eventually.
Luckily, T didn’t decide to make a game out of photographing the little bolero I made for her. Which her Momma dutifully brought up and dressed T in the morning we saw them off:
It fit perfectly. Actually, it was still a little big, which is ideal. And it was utterly adorable. I might have to make another one when she outgrows this ‘un. In pink. Hah.
Unfortunately, I had to leave Portland while T and Alexa were still in town (it was unavoidable). Opus and I had reserved a room in Newport over a month ago, and weeks before Alexa let me know they were visiting. But I only missed out on two hours of family time. They had to fly out a couple of hours after I left.
Anyway. Opus and I met up around midday, after trying to convince T that a bagel was just as yummy as chocolate milk (not too successful there). We hit the road and I had to take some shots from the highway.
It was just gorgeous. I believe this was from Highway 47. I really want to go back and do some hiking. There were some really tempting National and State Forests that looked lovely.
Eventually, though, we made it to Newport. After a couple of stops along the way (one of which involved the extensive purchase of new weaving equipment, but that’s for another day). I was really excited to see that our hotel of choice, the Elizabeth Street Inn, did, in fact, have a magnificent view:
Clearly a beach walk was absolutely essential. The sock certainly enjoyed it…
Though I’ll admit to being a lot less tough than Opus and having to wrap up with a scarf and sweater. I can’t believe she spent the whole trip in t-shirts. It gives me chills just thinking about it. Anyway. Beach. Walk. Wind.
Lots of wind. It was quite picturesque and, well, bracing. Unfortunately, my camera’s battery decided to fail as soon as we got down to the sandy shore and I had to resort to using my Crackberry camera; which, frankly, sucks.
Eventually my hands and nose froze and we had to give in and go back to the hotel. After that we somehow managed to get lost in scenic downtown Newport. Yes. Newport (the town with a population of under 10,000). Fell free to mock, I did. We did (finally!) find food and our way back.
Thus fueled, I holed up in the room and spent three and a half hours working on last Friday’s eCard – while Opus watched (get this) Monsters vs. Aliens and then four episodes of On The Road with Austin and Santino. That was an odd night.
The next morning we made our way to the Oregon Coast Aquarium, where the sock got to see Swampland. It really liked the anacondas.
After watching the sea otters eat raw fish (yum) and petting some sea cucumbers, we started the return trip home. Mostly because Opus had to go to NorthWest MogFest yesterday (family thing). Fuuun. In lieu of driving all over Sheridan, Oregon in an all-terrain vehicle (so boring, I know), I spent all of yesterday knitting away on a Shibui project that’s Top Secret. Sooo… here’s some photos of Westmoreland Park, instead of my progress!
And that brings things up to date. Think I’m gonna knit some more now. Or go to bed. How did it get to be 11pm? Time flies, I guess.