I found my thrill on blueberry hill

I took a quick trip upriver last weekend for a friend's birthday celebration in St. Louis. And while I didn't visit Chuck Berry's famous Blueberry Hill on this trip (or Stan Musial's for that matter), it was a fun-filled, action-packed weekend. And I saw an amazing sight: ice—in the Mississippi River.


Who knew?!? I mean, I've seen ice in rivers before (Kennebec River in Maine, Maury and Potomac Rivers in Virginia), but the mighty Mississip? I was amazed. Imagine what it looks like at Lake Itasca in January—probably just a solid trickle of ice.

And amidst all my excitement about ice in the Mississippi, I made another amazing discovery. I discovered the perfect way to kill two proverbial birds with one stone: antsy airplane time and ever-so-tedious weaving in ends of (almost) finished objects. With all the airline travel restrictions and my desire to travel with as little bulk as possible, I decided not to bring any ongoing knitting projects. Instead, I brought my Little Gems Mitts that were finished other than the weaving in of the (dozens of) ends. It was the perfect airplane activity, filling a two-hour flying block of time and eliminating all the distractions that normally keep me from completely finishing projects when I'm on the ground. The Jamieson's Shetland Spindrift I used in the project was easy to break with my teeth, and I got only a few odd looks from my seat neighbor. And when I landed, I had a nice warm pair of new fingerless mitts to wear. I plan on spending future flying time doing all the boring finishing activities on otherwise finished objects. I apologize for the blurry phone pictures in this post. Stay tuned for pictures from a real camera of the superbly obnoxious sequined bubble skirt I made for my friend for her birthday. Coming soon to a blog near you!