The mini sock in the previous post, by the way, was made with the help of the Los Lobos Hose pattern. They are supposed to be earrings. But...well, I don't wear earrings. True story. I am able to wear them, I just don't feel the need to. Now you know, my secret is out.
Bad news, though, super mini koigu sock is missing. It's true. I don't know how it happened, but it's gone. OKAY, I do know how it happened! The flipping thing is tiny and I stuck it in my pocket to show people at work. Yes, I said my pocket. In retrospect, it wasn't a good idea, but I have the hindsight thing going on right now. At the end of the day, I reached for it for it's last time and realized it had split. Flown the coop. Jumped ship. Missing in Action. I can only hope that some person will pick it up and give it a good home. I can hope. The thought of it sitting around, no one to love it, in the nasty weather. Oh, it's too much for a knitter to bear!
Edward Scissorhands?

The alpaca mitten/glove is fitting nicely this go around. Sort of reminds me of Bethany Knitting hands. She is getting these custom fit to her tiny hands. (Again, she refers to her hands as "freakishly small hands". Not me.)
I have changed my mind about using the knitty broadstreet mittens pattern. I'm prone to doing that, the changing thing. I am loosely following this pattern.
Sonny Boy
Derek showed up on our doorstep late Friday night, laundry in hand, to spend the weekend. A delightful surprise indeed. In between all his dates with his girlfriend and stuff with his homies, er friends, we get to spend a bit of time with him. If you have teens or ever was a teen, you'll know that being questioned by your Mom is quite like having to put up with the secret service questioning. Keep all information to yourself. Name, rank and serial number is the only thing offered as relevant info. And if we are lucky, there will come a time when their defenses go down and they remember that they love us, they will start a conversation. Yes, you heard me. Conversation. I'll deny it to the end though. I don't want him thinking that he gave me anything worthwhile. And during this conversation, a parent must beware of the ever changing line. If a mom goes over the line and asks what is deemed an inappropriate question, the gates of communication get shut down again. Lock down. But these precious, fleeting moments are when information is gleaned.
Then comes the parent update meeting. In secret, of course. When the informed parent must find a secure transmitting area to tell the other parent of the bits of info they got. When you put all the pieces of intelligence together, one can create an image, an understanding of college life. (or whatever the current life situation is).
It's a dance.
Go call your mother!