Wednesday, August 29, 2007

So much for daily posting

"I'll have a neat knitting blog," I thought. "I'll update every day!" Sheeya, right. My job, a dull diversion from my otherwise very pleasant life, has a way of wearing me out to the point where I just want to stare at the walls when I get home. Well, I'll fight it as best I can.

Yesterday's main attraction consisted of taking El Tibador to the park for a nice long walkie.

He is easily distracted. "Hey, look! Joggers!"

I was also intending to go to the most excellent Stitch 'n' Bitch at the Flying Star Cafe, but after poor Tibbles had been alone all day, I didn't really want to lock him up for another hour. No matter, I had my own little Stitch 'n' Bitch right here at home.
One Hurricane Sock down, one cast on and ready to go. I also finished the first Freakin' Sock, and will post pics of its fine grafted toe soon. Tomorrow (or whenever): the Mystery of Sockbeans!

Monday, August 27, 2007


I got me a camera, and consequently, I got me a blog. Now I too can have a spot to share patterns, show off finished projects, and kvetch about the agony of an eight-mile long stretch of plain stockinette stitch. With guest appearances by Tibby the dog, Mephisto, and the most excellent Pook, who is even now serving his country by blowing things up in Puget Sound. Or preventing things from blowing up. I forget.

Anyway. Camera has finished charging, which means it's time for roll call, of both knitting and family members. We'll start with the pets.

This is Mephisto the cat. He is pure evil. Enough said.

And here is Hannibal Tiberius Shebalin, Tibby or Tibbles to his friends. He is vigilantly guarding my Hurricane Sock. Good boy.

The Pook is, as mentioned above, in Puget Sound for two weeks. In his absence, I bring you Booga Prime. This is my second Booga Bag, and I think it came out way better than the first one.

Close-up of the Hurricane Sock. It's a spiraling rib pattern done in a nice merino by Lonesome Stone, called Florida Sunset. Florida + spirals = hurricane.

These are for the Pook's brother, David. I call them the Freakin' Socks. They are huge, they are stockinette, and they are plain green.

These are socks for the Pookmom (on my foot, of course). Are they not fine?

That's all I have for today! Join us next time, when I will complain about work!