The Stripedy Sock went with me to the High Priest Christmas Social at church last night and had a marvelous time being coveted.
Tonight was the First Annual Christmas Party of the Sisters of the Wool, held at the home of one of the Sisters [sadly, blogless].
What did I knit tonight? Worked on a pair of fingerless gloves for LittleBit to take to school for a Secret Santa thing in choir on Monday. So I am knitting like the wind, Daniel-San. And making modifications here and there, because the ones I made for LittleBit this time last year were from Baby Cashmerino, and these are from the pink Smooshy that I won in Tan’s contest.
We had a sock yarn gift exchange at the party tonight. I was sneaky. Feints within feints within feints. But I came home with the yarn that I fell in love with, a lovely fat hank of superwash merino from indie dyer “Wooly Treasures”in a color called “Burning Embers” which was misread by the person who opened the bag and pulled it out, so it’s been renamed “Burning Bunnies”.
No real bunnies were harmed in the making of this yarn, or at the party. We *love* bunnies; they give us angora, and bunny-berries for the rosebushes.
I am so tired that I am loopy, but I have had a terrific day. Lots of happy knitting, a smidgen of driver education with LittleBit, time with some really great girlfriends, and the dance in Richardson. Danced somewhere between 6 to 10 dances in about 45 minutes, gave my hugs and said my goodbyes, and came home. Broke no bones. Broke no hearts, either. I hadn’t planned on going at all, but yesterday morning I just had a sort of prompting that I needed to be there, if only for awhile. Still no clue as to why. So left the party about an hour early and drove from several miles south of BigD to several miles north and east of BigD.
Pictures of my new yarn and the box it came in, last night’s gift that I scored at the High Priest Social, and what my Secret Santa at work gave me, to follow. Eventually.
- 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!