Archive for August, 2007

Is It Naptime Yet?

The past few weeks have been a whirlwing of activity. Last Friday Misterpants and I saw Bethany off at the airport as she moved to Japan. From there we went into Seattle to pick up Himself and then ran down to Puyallup to drop off my enteries for the Western Washington Fair. Now it is a simple case of waiting until the fair opens on the 7th to see if I placed at all.

I’ve been knitting when the cat allows it. Ever since I finished Lizard Ridge Misterpants has been asking for a blanket of his own, his evil mother won’t share hers. Last months we finally picked out some Tahki Cotton Classic and knitting commenced on a Mason-Dixon Mitered Square blankie for him. I’ve known for some time that My has a yarn fetish but it seems that he really loves cotton. I can’t get a picture of the one completed square without him molesting it in some way.

cat and cotton

Errata

I have been busy busy busy as of late. The all-knowing Bethany is getting ready for a move to Japan so many a night has been spent at her place, helping her get ready for packers. Now that the packers have left she has discovered that while her ball winder is still at home, the spindle for it is in a crate, headed for Japan. Woops.

Otherwise it has been a steady stream of sick children, naughty kittens, and new shoes around here. And now that Misterpants seems to be over whatever cold he collected, I seem to have it. Thanks for sharing with Mum, kiddo.

Sockapa-WOOHOO!

finished socks

Yarn: Blue Moon Fiber Arts Socks That Rock in Fred Flinstone
Needles: 2.75mm (US 2) 6″ Crystal Palace DPNs
Pattern: My own toe-up blend

For once I managed to finished and mail a pair of Sockapalooza socks before the deadline! These went to Bev in Philly. She requested fall or winter colours, line burnt reds or ambers. I think Fred Flinstone fits that request prefectly. I did these toe up with a magic cast on and afterthought heel. I then did a picot edge before binding off with a needle six sizes larger (all while my knitting group made comments about me being anal and uptight). My only hopes now are that Bev likes her socks and that they fit. My feet are considerably larger than hers, and while I knitted them to the measurements she provided, Murphy’s Law states that they will be the most ill-fitting socks she will ever own.