The DaVinci Code

Is it so wrong to feed the family fish sticks to get in more knitting time? I think not! And they were not quite fish sticks. They were fish tenders. A step above the lowly fish stick, don't you think? Hey, the stomachs were full, there were minimal dishes to be done and more knitting time as a bonus for me. Seems like a win-win situation. There are some people in the world that would love to get the fish sticks.

I finished The DaVinci Code! It was well worth the read. I have to admit to reading under protest at the beginning of the book. I'm glad I persevered! The twists were amazing, some expected some totally unexpected! The unexpected are the best kind, no? The author did an amazing amount of research for this book, it astounds me. And it has left me wondering where the line is drawn for fact and fiction. I think this book will be my next one. As a former Catholic, the questions are nagging at my soul.
And every now and then I read a "fluffy" book. You know the kind, no thinking involved in them? In this case it would be Mary Higgins Clark, While my Pretty One Sleeps. I have not yet figured out how the title fits with the book. MHC's books are like Harlequin romances with a murder. They are predictable, someone will fall in love and I can finish them fast. So, I liked the book. I predicted the ending. And I'll probably read another of hers again eventually!
Projects, I have a few
On deck:
I have to pick up the stitches for the flap on Bethany's glove/mitten. This must be done in daylight with the black yarn. My eyes are not as good as they used to be. Dang it all to heck!
Seaming of the Tasha bag: Must be done in daylight. This is dark blue yarn and again, stupid aging eyes.
Looks like it's fish sticks again tonight!

flowery

I have no new knitting to show you today. No tiny socks, no glove progress. Yesterday it was just a major job to keep my eyelids propped open and be semi-productive. I was in bed by 9:30 pm and I'd like to say that I feel like a new woman today, but let's just say I feel rested.
I was trying like the dickens to finish the book, The Davinci Code. I have persevered and am down to the last 50 pages. To those who gave up on the book and wondered whether it's worth it, it IS, in my opinion. I must steam ahead to the ending to reveal all the twists! As I mentioned, though, I had heavy eyelid syndrome. Maybe today I'll finish it!
So, with no knitting to show you, I show you this.

Dahlia
My elderly neighbor started planting dahlias in small amounts some years ago. If you know dahlias at all, you know that they multiply. Around here, though, you have to dig up their tubers because they are not hardy for our winters. Barely anyone is, really. So, every year, he would plant his dahlias and then dig up more in the fall. More planting in the spring, even more digging up in the fall. Well, you get the picture. Here's what he has now..

Many, Many Dahlias!
That is my blue house, with white gable, red roof. Call me patriotic. That pathetic white patch is still waiting to be painted. Poor neglected home. But I digress...look at all the dahlias he has in front of his garage! Crazy. And it appears that white is the more dominant flower color for reproducing itself.
That is alot of digging and replanting every year. Then he ran out of room and the side of his house now looks like this, as viewed from my porch.

Dahlia palooza!
About once a week in the late summer/fall, I find a bouquet of dahlias in an arizona iced tea vase on my porch when I come home from work.
It's the little things that mean a lot!

A tiny addiction

As you can see, it was teeny sock Sunday around here. I just couldn't stop. And by the way, one of these is the previously lost sock. Hmm..go figure! I had put it somewhere safe all along. And of course, I couldn't remember the safe place.
A Random Surprise!

A true surprise, as nature intended them to be. Thanks to Stephanie for this cute sheepy magnet and creativly wonderful handmade card! It sits proudly on my fridge, reminding me of kindness.
In my opinion, this little sheep is what the RAOK group is all about! (random acts of kindness, for those not in the know)
I have seen a bit of ugliness show it's head on the RAOK ring as of late. It seems that, even if people deny it, they have expectations of stuff. It's too bad because as my Mom always said, it takes only one bad apple to spoil the whole bunch. Or was that Donny Osmond? Michael Jackson? Oh, well. I joined the group with absolutely no expectation of receiving. Only of giving. And not giving for giving's sake. But at Random. If I see a need, I may send something to brighten a day. Or I may just comment where a comment never landed before. To me, it doesn't take a gift arriving in the mail to make a group worthwhile or not. But then again, I'm not a material girl. (except for the yarn. Step away from the yarn! Hee)
I don't end my random kindness at the blogs either. I hold doors open for people, I try to remember who is having a tough time and ask them how things are going, I pay a couple of cents when a person is short of money in the line at the grocery.
Random acts of kindness are what life is about. I do not expect to ever receive anything in return. That I did is something to celebrate. Sheepy magnet rocks!
After stepping up on my soapbox this morning, I'm left pondering.....
Where the heck is my other slipper??

Secret Agent/Mom

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!

Sock meister?

Last night the sock knitting bug hit me after working on Bethany's mitten/glove for awhile. I don't know what came over me. I was like a sock knitter possessed. The needles were flying, ER was new for the season and very good. And I stayed up way too late.
Here is the fruit of my labor! Can you believe it? A whole sock finished in one evening?
What, am I? A machine or something?

No, just getting fast at it. Wait! I want to try it on for you. Hold on..Geez, it seems a bit tight. Drat it. Okay, I got it. Let me get the camera.
click here to see sock modeled

How cool is that? It's koigu, by the way, nothing but the best for my fingernail! This was sort of like asking people why they climb a mountain. A: Because it's there.
Q: Sandy, why on earth would you knit such a small sock?
A: Because I can.
Good enough for me! It took me a little over an hour, about 6 yards of leftover Charlotte koigu.
What a hoot!

Frogs and Ponds, oh my!

Shhh! Be very, very quiet! I'm posting confidential family information and I don't want feeling to be hurt. If found, I will blame you. Deny, deny, deny!
Move Over Goldylocks!
After ripping apart the first try at the alpaca band mittens/gloves, I got a pretty good start on the second try for the first glove! However, then Goldy, er, Bethany tried them on and informed me that they were now too small. I guess one more try and they will be JUST RIGHT.
Frog Pond:

Frog Pond in Boston
Really! It's true! Frog pond! Gotta love that name! Previously I had only seen this pond when frozen over and skaters inhabit the area. Personally, I think it looks better in the winter. But I am kind of prejudiced towards winter!
Won't you Glove along?
And speaking of winter: Well, we WERE,weren't we? Johanna is the hostest with the mostest for this warm winter wonderknitalong. Go on over and tell you are IN! She's also known as Jo Frog. Hmm..I'm seeing a pattern setting up here today!

Thanks, Johanna! I love the button!

I precict, a new glove will be born!

Let's be honest. We both knew exactly what would happen to that alpaca Band mitten, didn't we? Yes, lickety split it was reduced to a pile of curly yarn. I did not intend to take the cuff out too, but I did. It's done, so I'll get over it. Sometimes it's easier to R&R (the sisterly duo, rip and redo) than to pick up all those stitches. Lazy? Yes, thanks for noticing!
I'm in Glove!
A new knitalong. This would be the perfect place to insert the "I'm in glove" button that I lifted from Johanna's site. It's a cute button, too. But somehow when I save it, it turns to that nondescript Windows thingy when it doesn't know what you are talking about.
Join us in keeping your hands warm? Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about. It's getting colder outside. (disclaimer: Of course, if you live in a warm climate, you are not getting colder, but maybe your loved one is) Fingers must keep warm. How can we expect them to put out so much energy knitting if we don't treat them with respect? Respect your fingers, Glove them! Mitten them! (cue patriotic music)
Low and Behold
The postman left a nice box on my porch yesterday. You could have blown me over with the proverbial feather when I saw what was inside!

Thank you, Annie! This is a case of wanting something that you didn't even know that you wanted! When I opened the first page of this book, I fell in love. I spent, well, let's just say that I spent a lot of time dreaming in this book. Every single sweater and project appeals to me. It will be hard to narrow one down. I can forsee a Green Mountain Spinnery project in my future.
Call me Madame Sandy, able to look into my crystal ball and predict the future!

The needy

I've seen warnings on the difficulties of photographing black yarn
But you never believe something until it happens to you. You treat it like folk lore. Well, I'm here to say, it's true.
Crappy photo aside, there is a problem and I'm here asking, neigh, begging for advice.
Problem: glove too big/baggy. Cuff is perfect (see yesterday's post to get you up to speed about small hands)
Possible solution number 1: Rip That's the obvious one. Which is closely followed by it's sister, Redo. Rip and Redo are like Siamese twins. Or the more Politically correct name, conjoined.
Possible Solution number 2: Some wonderful knitter, also known here as Super Knitter, will swoop in and tell me a yarn about using alpaca before and it shrinks a wonderfully appropriate amount. To leave it and knit happily on, shrinking it into submission when done.
Possible solution number 3: Bethany will grow some man hands
What does it all mean?
Yeah, well, I'll probably be ripping later today. Join me? Or save me with the info I need.
I'm feeling needy today!

A quest for soft

As with every bad mood, a good mood certainly follows. Or at least a mediocre mood, which is still an improvement on the previous. Thanks to all who shared with me their bitchiness. It's nice to not be alone on that island!
The best laid plans always go awry. The pizza I planned? Turned into a fried haddock plate. Well, fat grams are fat grams and eating some nice cripsy french fries fit the bill. Pulling the covers over the head? Had to wait a bit while I talked with a friend on the phone (one of the sure cures) and then detoured to watch Joan Of Arcadia. Which is one of my favorite shows and is sure to boost the morale. Or produce tears, both of which are helpful during the mood du jour.
The next morning dawned with torrential rainstorming. Quite appropriate. Floods or no floods, I had a date with a yarn shop. I got in my car and drove very carefully through the raindrops and flooded roads to A Good Yarn , which not only happens to be one of the smallest yarn stores I've ever been in, but it was one of the best stocked! Organized and stuffed to the brim with the finest yarns known to woman! Not only that, but the lovely, wonderful Johanna was working that day. No coincidence there, I planned to go when she was there! I monopolized her time for about an hour and a half while searching for the perfect substitute for the richesse et soie! "It's not possible!", you are now yelling at the computer screen. "There is NO better yarn than cashmere!"
Blasphemous, I know, but I was on a quest. This yarn had to be cashmere-like in quality with not a bit of itch factor in sight. Johanna and I fondled a lot of yarn that day. I have one word for you. Prime Alpaca. Okay, 2 words, then. It says right on the label, "The heavenly Fiber". Could they be believed? Yes. It's true. This yarn has passed the teenage itch test. It is not a bit scratchy and is the softest thing around since charmin came on the scene!
This heavenly alpaca will be made into mittens/gloves, pattern found here. Broad street mittens, now known as Band mittens. These are being made specifically for flute/piccolo playing Bethany for the chilly New England band season. Color? Black. Uniform dictated. The thing that thrills me beyond belief is that this yarn is not dyed, it is the alpacas natural color!

Although the pattern warns me that they are large mittens, the cuff is a tad small. I believe this is because the yarn I am using is a bit thicker than called for. But, as in all fairy tale endings, everyone lived happily after because my daughter has freakishly small hands. Of course, that is her words, not mine. I think of her small hands as the perfect flautist hands.
And as the cherry on the sundae of life, the prodigal son walked through the door around mid afternoon Saturday. We got to sit and talk for about 45 minutes of uninterrupted adult-like conversation. No TV, no computer, no phones ringing off the hook,just communication. It felt wonderful to connect together again. It did not take long for the word to spread that Derek was back in town, though, as the phone and door bell did start to ring. And of course, in true college student fashion, he did not come home to be with his family, he came home for some plans with friends.
That's okay, I just wanted my world to be righted, not changed!

So...

Okay, I have a problem. It's true. For the past two days, I have been grouchy as all get out. For no apparent reason. Not just your average grumpy. I'm talking Raging Lunatic Bad Mood Negative, Hate Everything, Dark Cloud covering my head, Bitchy, Extremely tired, Fire Breathing Grump-ola kind of mood. It's ugly, I'm telling you.
So, what am I going to do about it? I"m going to have pizza for dinner, throw away the paper plates and march myself upstairs to dive into bed, pull the covers over my head and not emerge until the Real Sandy Shows Her Face. And I'm talking the nice, cheerful, upbeat, optimistic face of Sandy. Not this one.
Knitting? Yah, yah, sure.

I've got pieces of Tasha!

Tasha pieces are done and are in the washer. I can't wait to see it after it's bath!

short and possibly sweet

Haiku is the thing
will you join in with it too?
Tasha's almost done.

How about another?

Krispy Kreme donuts
Warmed up to taste fresh again
Dangerous eating

I bet you a dog to a donut

Yes, yesterday I said, "dogs on parade". Not a literal parade, but a blog parade. If 2 dogs can indeed be a parade. Nonetheless, our little knitting group include 2 cute canines.
First up we have the adorable Naomi, who hails from Puerto Rico and resides currently with Johanna

She is wearing a handknit doggie sweater, created just for her by her grandmother and she's a bit shy about getting her picture taken. Every picture I have of her, she is turning her head. Perhaps she is in the dog witness protection program. Naomi is a cutie, but a word of warning for you. Don't speak Spanish to her or try to pet her in a crowd. She is protective and a tad overwhelmed by crowds of people. That's okay, I admired her from afar.
A guinea pig? A knitted oval??

No, silly, it's Sprocket!

Sprocket the Shitzu! I was almost afraid to hold him, he's so small. He's 8 weeks old and has Kimberly as his owner.
Cute dogs, knit buddies, a beautiful fall day, what more could a girl ask for you may be thinking. Yeah, well, on my way home, I remembered spotting this place.

And as luck would have it, the HOT sign was on. I suspect that it is always on. Such a gimmick. This is the first Krispy Kreme joint that has surfaced in my area of the world. I have never experienced a hot one. What's a girl to do? Buy krispy kremes! I wish someone would have reminded me that I don't have a ravenous teenage boy living here anymore. I got carried away and bought 2 dozen and they sit getting stale as we speak. Come on over for coffee and donuts, while they last.
The hot sign is not up here though.

The sun was shining down on us, the wind, gently blowing through our hair...

Yesterday was the Boston Knit Out, 2004 and I was there!

Although it appears that this event was sparcely attended, this was a lie. It's just like church, no one wants to sit in the front. This is Wren Ross singing her wacky knitting songs. I wish I could sing.
I had 2 goals of this Knit out. First to buy some Richesse et soie. This was not accomplished as no wares were being sold by the vendors. The second was to meet up with my knit buds. Okay, there was a third goal accomplished, to knit out. Done.

Don't worry, Kerstin, I've got your back!
That's Johanna, the newlywed, Julia, Terri the blogless, Julia's daughter C. and Kerstin's back. Off to the right not shown is Kimberly, who isn't blogging lately. Go beg her to start again.
The dogs on parade will be tomorrow. Gotta fly!

Happy Hamper

I've gotta tell you that if it's possible to be in love with a laundry detergent, I am. Tide with downy exceeded my expectations. I used the Tide with Downy, April Fresh scent, powder version. I will have none other than the April Fresh and I am a powder user from way back. Old habits die hard.
Not only my clothes smelled April Fresh, my whole kitchen did. And that is a good thing. My clothes were fluffy and soft and smelled heavenly. If indeed heaven smells april fresh, whatever that is really. My jammies and sheets still smell fresh this morning after having slept in them all night.
So, a 5 washer rating for this product.
As a bonus, for all you sensitive types, there is a Tide Free and Downy Free & sensitive on the market. No more running to catch the rinse cycle for all of us!
(No affliliation with either the tide company or the downy company. I just use their products)
Big Deal, I got my laundry done. Did I knit?
Oh, don't be silly! Of course! It's not like we have to bring the laundry down to the river and beat it on the rocks! I have plenty of knitting time between washing and drying. But nothing to show. The Tasha strap grows and is almost at full length. I may get it done for Rhinebeck after all!
Enjoy your Sunday!

It's sad sometimes..

I am a bit excited to try a new product that I bought last night. Tide with downy! I know! It's sad, isn't it, this being an adult? We get so darned excited about mundane things that quite frankly, are not a bit interesting. But yet...I will be doing laundry later this afternoon and I am looking forward to it.
Sad.
Since I started knitting at work, this of course, means more knitting time, but an unfortunate by product of this is that I read less. I miss it. I have been trying to pick up a book and read before bed. You know, like I did when I was younger! Heck! A good book would keep me awake half the night in the good old days! Now, a freight train rumbling through my home wouldn't keep the eyelids propped open. Things are just more snoozeworthy now. I have been reading The Davinci Code. Have you read it? I balked at this book. I know it was all the rage, but I couldn't find a desire to pick it up. I blissfully went on my way, DaVinci Code-less. Then one day a woman at work read it and gave it to me to read. "You must", she said. Fine. It's hard to read a book a page at a time. I must persist. My mind is going to shrivel if I don't read.
And a shriveled mind is a terrible thing to waste.
Happy Friday. I hope Ivan the horrible hurricane is not in your future.

It's a dark and dreary day around here!

If I told you I was knitting socks, would you believe me? Yes, I've started a new pair. Lorna's laces, thank you, colorway tuscany. If you don't have lorna's, get some. You won't regret it. This summer, I started bringing my knitting to work. With breaks and lunch knitting, I can add 45 minutes of knitting to my knitting day. This is significant sock time. And I think it shows, does it not? My sock quota has risen considerably.

Well, let's just say you will be pleasantly surprised when I can take a decent photo of this sock. The colors are so wonderful, not reallly represented here well by the extreme flash environment. As I said, it is dark and dreary. Photo taking is a challenge this morning.
The wonderful Tasha bag is almost done, the strap is being created now. See?

Can a picture BE more yellow?
And I'm not talking mellow yellow. But you can see the pattern of the cable really well in this yellow environment. The strap of Tasha is similar to the sleeve hell that many speak of. It is never ending. Enjoyable, but it goes on and on....and on. Not that I'm complaining. Just anxious to finish it up!
epiphany Thought
I have noticed that my knitting is the emotional barometer of my life. If I am stressed, tired, overwhelmed, emotional (WHO ME??), my knitting gets a bit more simple. Less challenging. It fills a need in me to create without the bother of thinking. When life gets a bit more calm, happy, serene, my knitting gets a bit more complex. A challenge. Case in point, I can't seem to pick up Inishmore lately. I reach for the simpler projects. My mind does not need to think and keep track of what I'm doing. It needs to knit. And ponder.
Pondering's good.

Dag Nab-It!

Looky, Looky, the last of the birthday presents has arrived! I guess that means it's over for another year, dagnabbit!

Hebridian 3 ply yarn from Virtual Yarns
in the colorway Mountain Hare. It will eventually, hopefully in this lifetime, be used for mittens seen on this page as MM 11 Logan. I like the name on the pattern better though, Moosely Mitts. I got the pattern at Halcyon Yarns!
Got Tomato?
Do you remember a while back I lost my tomato pincushion? Look what arrived in the mail last week, making my day!

The biggest tomato pincushion I have ever seen!
And also the smallest! And they say size doesn't matter! And who knew there was such a thing as a "Snag Nab-it"? Not me? Dan Nab-it, you learn something new every day! And I've learned that Norma is good people! Thanks, Norma! You are all right! You made me smile and that, my dear,
is a good thing!

College Daze

Packed for college
I am pleased to share with you that not a tear was shed during college move in day. My lip did quiver a couple of times, but I refused to give in. What changed the course of my tears? That morning, while putting the final touches to the packed car, it was obvious that Derek's stomach was nervous. He would never admit to being scared, but he was. I was determined that the last thing he needed was a blubbering Mom. He needed to know he can do this and it's right. So, I did what I had to. Isnt' that what being a mom is all about? I still worried about the ride home. But something funny happened along the way. Derek got along really well with his 2 roommates, was happy and at ease. What more could a mom ask for? If he was happy, how could I not be?
The time arrived for departure, the requisite hugs and last words and Andy, Bethany and I walked out with our heads high and our eyes dry. Then I realized that I had forgotten my camera. Now, college boy can have many of my personal items at school, but hands off my camera! There is a limit to what I'll share! So, as Andy and Beth went to find the car at it's parking spot miles and miles away, I headed back to the dorm. Now all the students were outside, milling around on the lawn waiting for the get acquainted games to begin. Doncha just love those silly games? Luckily, I didn't have to participate, I just needed the door key and then I'd be gone. As I walked over to the crowd, trying to find Derek, I spotted one boy standing alone in the crowd. He looked miserable and like he might start to cry at any moment. I felt so bad for him. He did not talk to anyone, just stood alone. As I spotted Derek, he was standing in a group of about 8 guys, they all looked alike and they were all laughing and at ease.
That's when it hit me. I was grateful. Grateful for Derek and his opportunity to move on in his life. Grateful that I could do that too. Especially grateful for my dry eyes.
As I walked away, glancing back, I saw the lonely boy still standing awkwardly alone. I could have cried for him. But I didn't.
A look at Derek's dorm room: Bottom bunk, thank you!

Setting up his computer
My house is a bit quieter, a bit cleaner, my heart is full and I miss the big lug!

Battles

Rowan Denim v. Debbie Bliss cotton denim, the ultimate battle!
I have knit the Tasha bag before, although for the life of me, I cannot find visual proof of it. For some reason that era of knitting has vanished into thin blog air. It happens. You'll just have to believe me, trustworthy blogger that I am. The reason I bought the debbie bliss cotton denim was because of availability. It was in my hands at that moment which meant I could cast on that night.

Debbie bliss on left, rowan denim on right
The first difference is color. The DB is two tone leaving the color impression of worn denim. It is soft and wonderful on the hands with a bit of stretch to it. It was a joy to work with. The finished effect of the tasha bag was terrific, if only I could show you. The Tasha instructions, when finished, is to wash the heck out of it, to get some fading effect. This is not possible with DB as it does not lose any dye. So, when it's done, it's done. Soft. Wonderful.
Rowan denim is a much darker, vibrant color. A lot of people have complained that the dye comes off on needles and hands. Mine is not but I suspect that it is the darker colors that are more unstable. I am using addi turbos to knit this and I'm not quite happy with that experience. The yarn on the addis is a bit hard to control. It's very slippery together. Yes, bamboo would be better. Maybe someday I'll even do it. Sounds easy enough, eh? Mmmhmmmm!
Although I do not have a finished product yet with the rowan denim, I am not enjoying the yarn too much. It is stiff and unwielding, which makes for aching hands while trying to push around slippery yarn that won't give a milli-inch. But the look is fabulous. I'll keep with it and I'm sure I will love the end product.
Debbie Bliss wins this battle though, in my opinion. But sometimes, it's all about the look, isn't it?
College Eve
I'm feeling a bit like a manic mom, swinging from left to right about the move to college tomorrow. I am elated, I am saddened. I am excited, I am afraid. Mostly I am happy and proud. Please, Please send wishes that I'll be able to keep the tears in until I am driving away.
His bags are packed, he's ready to go.

Summer socks!

Sock-o-rama continues around here.
Yarn: Mountain colors, red tail hawk
pattern: Cabled Foot wrapper, by 3 trails designs
Needle size: US2

What a wonderful, fun pattern. The yarn? Stupendous. If you haven't gotten any, you must. Makes great mittens too!
Oooh, that's it for now, believe it or not. School has started and putting a crimp in my morning posting routine. Must do something about that!