We are making progress with the unpacking, but so far, the balcony/terrace/veranda/patio/whatever is the only place in the apartment that is not at all chaotic.
|The view from the balcony. We have a cheery red patio umbrella! The tall buildings in the distance are at the intersection of Astoria Blvd and 21st St. for those who are interested in such things.|
There really isn't *that* much left to do, just finding places to put all of the stuff we have sitting around. It's not a huge job, just annoying. And tiresome.
Anyway, my new commute offers me exactly zero time for knitting, which is frustrating. Ok, that's more of an understatement. It is driving me absolutely freakin bananas.
However, I have managed to get the body of the Breezy Cardigan done:
Georgia also joined me on the balcony for the brief photo shoot, but she insisted on making weird faces the entire time. However, the light out there is gorgeous today:
You can just see my landlord's garden behind her. He's this lovely old Italian gentleman, who lives with his incredibly elderly mother. They grow grapes, figs and garlic in the back yard. His mama braids the garlic in the old school way, and gave us some when we moved in. YUM.