We weren’t there long, just long enough to say “hi” to everybody and to show off the Sockdown prize yarn and the first entrelac sock. And to bring home 800 yards of precious handspun from Monica. [Blogless? Not finding a link to her blog on our Yahoo! group. Reds and raspberries and lilac; the fibers are superwash merino, tussah silk, and angelina, which gives the yarn a tiny bit of sparkle but not enough to make my teeth hurt.] Yes, there will be pictures. No, they will not be happening today; I just finished the last small triangular gusset that reorients the second entrelac sock for the heel flap. And now I need to scramble so I can make my train.
Daylight Savings Time is still kicking my tush. Most of the people in my office are some degree of middle-aged; all of us are lurching about like the living dead. At Knit Night last night, I went from perky to wilting in about a minute and a half. So thankful for friends who understand, a daughter who is patient about it, and obnoxious classic rock to keep me awake on the drive home.
Must go throw the rest of my lunch together while the tub fills.
- 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!