@Firstborn: I didn’t say it was a real tree. I said it wasn’t the ficus. I did remember to take the two tabletop trees off the sofa table and put them inside the studio.
Stake conference was wonderful, and not merely because I got one of the soft seats. A few years ago, the church began holding some of our semi-annual stake conferences via videocast. Something like 50 stakes and districts in Texas, Oklahoma and New Mexico all had stake conference yesterday. The keynote speaker, as it were, was President Uchtdorf of the First Presidency.
Love that man. He has a gift for saying things I need to hear, about stuff I need to work on, in the kindest and most gently humorous way. I come home thinking “Oh yeah, I can do that, and this probably ought to be the first step,” instead of “I am a worthless excuse for a human being; just shoot me now.”
Which brings me to a decision point. Do I frog it back entirely and cast on again with more stitches? Do I see if it fits one of my girls and get a running start on this year’s handmade gifts? Do I frog it back to where the entrelac portion stopped, add several more inches of entrelac, and repurpose it as fingerless gloves?
To paraphrase from the fifth chapter of Jacob, it grieveth me to lose this sock. I may be spending part of the coming week emulating the prince’s servant and having the three most accessible princesses try on the sock [the fourth accessible princess is, sadly, allergic to wool] to see if one of them is the princess it met at the ball.
If it turns out that I was knitting somebody else’s sock when I thought I was knitting my own, I will just have to make another foray to The Shabby Sheep next payday. Speaking of which, oh look! yarn!
On the left is LumpyBumpy Yarn by Charlene in Pansy. In the middle is Noro Silk Garden Sock, color S8. On the right is Colinette Jitterbug in Mist.
I shall console myself by picking up BestFriend’s sock and working on it for awhile.