Smitten with socks.
Dreaming of thick, wool, multicolored, nordic patterns.
The boot worthy kind so fat you can barely get a shoe on kinda socks.
Picked up a book on sock knitting over the weekend... thanks to my mother-in-law and a 50% off coupon for JoAnn Fabrics. Packed up the basket and headed out to the campfire to start a trial run.
Yarn choice: multi-colored.. for the first pair. This is due to a new knitting condition I've developed called:
When faced with numerous delicious choices of yarn, the knitter will then assume a coma like stare stare, with mouth open, unable to make a confident choice in color and gauge for about an hour. Yarn paralysis can only be broken by the ringing of a mobile phone with a spouse on the other end asking when dinner is going to be ready.
Thought I'd start with the "Woodsman" sock from Elizabeth Zimmerman's book "Knitting Around". It contained directions and abbreviations I knew or could look up. Going good so far. Stayed up waaaay too late last night to watch the heel form. I got a 'C' in geometry, so it is amazing to me to see these things take shape. Sewing patterns? That's another story...
Fresh sheets blowing on the line while the chickens get let out to roam.
Helen and Mary Claire are campaigning for argyles.
Get in line girls...
I came across this giant colander in a thrift shop. Wasn't sure what I was going to do with it, but it has come into a life of its own. Now it sits in the living room by the fire with balls of yarn waiting for a project.