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Crocheting and Atlantic Beach, repeat

Cameraphone Pic

Mr. Turtle’s parents have a tradition of going to Atlantic Beach in the off season.  This weekend we’re with them again, and I keep having moments of déjà vu.  Not quite a year ago, I was at Atlantic Beach with Michael’s family.  And again, I’m working on a crochet project for Annie’s, though their quite different.

I finished the main part of the crochet project about an hour ago, and while I still have to weave in the ends, the beach is calling to me.  This morning we woke to have the sky looking dark and ominous, but the rain cleared by lunchtime and I’m ready for a walk.

I promise, some better photos when I return home and have the powerful computer so I can download the pictures.

Visiting Atlantic Beach

I wrote this post once already, hit save, went to do something else, then went back to edit it and it was gone.  I did everything right and I’m still having to rewrite it.  *Grumbles*

I’m catching up on things that happened while I was super busy and couldn’t keep up with everything.  One of the things I wanted to share was a trip Michael and I took with his parents to Atlantic Beach.  It’s become a tradition for them to visit the beach in the off season – when the rates are cheap, the beaches are empty, and you can have the ocean all to yourself.  I have to admit I probably like the beach better this way.  I don’t mind the cold, particularly.  In fact, when you are bundled up there isn’t really a chance of getting sunburned, which is what I’ve done every time I’ve went to a beach in the summer.

Unfortunately for me it was a working vacation – I had a number of designs due at the end of January and beginning of February and I couldn’t just not work on them.  But I only did the essentials – so no email or answering the phone.

The unit where we stayed had a GIANT easychair, which I took possession of early in the weekend, and worked on most of my crochet/knitting there.  It was an amazing chair.

The lovely lovely easy chair, where most of my knitting or crocheting took place.
beach vegetation against sunset
Me, watching sunset (Michael can’t seem to get a horizon line straight)
Michael, looking picturesque.
more vegetation
And all along, I stitched away.