Salt and corrosion

This week, I bought a new doormat. My thrilling life. I went to Clark Rubber ("Everything pools, foam and rubber!"). It's an odd sort of shop, that. It's a big, concrete-floored space, with metal shelves full of practical things like caravan mattresses and pool hoses. Utilitarian rather than decorative. But they also sell pool toys, so the first thing you see when you go in is a giant inflatable peacock. As in, already inflated, to greet you at the door. So that's a bit of fun. (The giant gold swan on that same page was also lurking about at the end of an aisle, although not the giant rainbow unicorn, sadly.)

This is back to keep me honest: My knit-along has started. This week I knitted my swatch and received the first part of the pattern, which is for the right yoke.