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thorne_scratch and I were threatening each other with progressively worse things. And then...well...I just had to do it. 
Finished my socks!! Finally!! These were a lot trickier than the other pairs I've done, but I'm pretty pleased with the way they turned out. The bright orangey pink makes me happy.
I will get around to blogging about Avatar, Sherlock Holmes and the roller coaster that was 2009. But first....knitting!!
Made these for mom so she can keep her fingers warm while she surfs the net. Very easy and quick, and the yarn is incredibly soft.
One thing about Nano being over means that I no longer have a good excuse for not positng pics of my knitting. So.....Here! These are my first attempts at cables. Sadly they apparently look like bandages at a distance, and every time I wear them someone goes "What did you do to your hands!!!"
twigcollins sending me the 1st Yarn Harlot book. It was hilarious, and because all of my peer pressure comes from books (I would ask my HS friends to drop me off at home when they went to pick up the alcohol, but characters in books have made me learn to drink tea and coffee) I had an urge to try it. But, I thought to myself, I don't really want to knit. I just think I want to knit. So I went to Walmart, bought awful needles & awful yarn. I thought a quick attempt would leave me confused, frustrated, and without any urge to actually take it up as a hobby. twigcollins is an evil, evil person who got me into knitting. But you know, I thought I kind of had it under control. I don't go crazy at the yarn store, I always have a project I plan to do, and THEN I buy the yarn. My washcloth patterns were all free, and I've only bought 4 knitting books. The fact that I have been given 13 books should not count against me. (does fiction count? if so 14) But I was getting ready for my trip to go visit the ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif){kind=small}
thehouseofmews this weekend, and trying to decide which needles and yarns and such to pack. (2 of the Mews have gotten into knitting recently so it's my duty to spread the enabling.) And I got all of my stuff together in one place and...well....eramundo 
So Saturday I actually dragged myself away from the computer early in the morning (I wake up early just fine. I just don't like to DO anything) and off to the local Farmer's Market. I figure, there's actual farmers here, there's probably a good market, right?
So I picked up some cinnamon raisin bread, and fresh eggs. There wasn't a whole lot there, but I hear it's a bit early for produce.
But what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a lady around my age with a spinning wheel and a table full of yarn! She said 'It's knitting in public day! Grab your sticks and come join me!" So I ran my eggs home, grabbed my folding chair and came back and knitted and chatted with her for a few hours.
It turns out she is on Etsy, as Paper and Yarn. And I somehow found myself buying two skeins of hand dyed sock yarn. It's beautiful and I want to work with it right now, but I do NOT know how to use dpn or magic loop or even how to knit in the round. So it will probably sit in my knitting bag for awhile until I build up confidence.
It was a pretty awesome day.
Finished my Trek knitting project! One washcloth/dishcloth for each uniform color. But the real question is....how long until the red washcloth bursts into flames, or comes unraveled in the wash? Oh I hope it's soon.
groveperson, her husband and her adorable son this weekend. We went to the downtown farmer's market and I had an awesome spinach pie while we listened to live music. The music was unbearably loud, especially for the kidlet, but the man was so obviously permanently baked that it was worth it just for the hilarity. Especially when he went into a long winded explanation of the word 'esoteric' and launched into playing the theme from The Pink Panther. Also when all the nearby table started crying and he asked, "Is it because your balloons popped, or is it my music?" Groveperson's husband gave me a new cat toy for Roxy that she loved so much that when I put it on top of the bookcase for the night, I eventually had to move a chair and a few boxes so she'd stop trying to get to it. 
