Jeri asked, “Nice monkeys. Are you weighing the jitterbug as you go along?”
No, I am not. I have not yet acquired a cool digital scale like hers, so I am flying [knitting] by the seat of my pants. If worst comes to worsted – couldn’t resist – then I will pick up some Claudia or similar grist and knit up the toes. If I come up *way* too short, I’ll frog back to the heel flaps and work the heels in Yarn #2 and resume Jitterbug-ing until I get to the toes.
I have been having so much fun discovering new blogs. I was reading Chocolate Sheep [what’s not to like about either topic?] when I saw a link to Three Sheeps to the Wind. Which links to a hilarious YouTube. Go see for yourself. Or click here: Anita Renfroe. Thanks, Beth!
In the meantime, I’m having all the fun the law and the commandments allow. I was a knitting fool all weekend, particularly after church. When I went to bed that night, I was half a dozen rows short of a completed heel flap on Monkey 2. Yeah. That’s right. [When I went to church, I had completed 11 of the 12 rounds of ribbing on the cuff. When I came home, I had completed nearly three full repeats of the pattern.] I finished the cuff and started the heel flap *and* managed to get a three-hour nap and listen to four hours of the Frankenstein audiobook.
I had meant to go to a fireside [inspirational address] on Sunday night but got so into the book and the knitting that the fireside was over before I realized that I’d missed it. I don’t feel too guilty, though: I was improving my mind by listening to classic literature, and I was really going to town on that sock!
Another hour of quiet reading and listening last night brought me to this point:
Very dark; sorry. It’s dark-thirty outside as well. Here’s a fuzzy closeup:
At least you know I wasn’t kidding when I said that these weren’t Pepto-Bismol pink!