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!
- Four years into widowhood, after one year of incredible happiness and nearly 14 years of single blessedness. Have given up perfect manicures and pretty hands in order to resume playing the soprano recorder and to see if I can figure out how to play bluegrass banjo. Singing in the shower. Still really, *really* love to knit!